Green

The doctor was talking, rambling incessantly. He was fairly certain she had asked him a question. He didn't care.

She didn't exist.

Not her, or her drugs, or her prison.

There was no Larkhill. There was no room five.

There was only green.

In a single moment, the world had condensed, shrunken down and transformed. So too had all the senses--sound and smell, touch and taste.

He heard and smelled green. Tasted and felt green. He saw only green.

The world was a leaf.

And for the first time, the world was full of promise.

The world was his.