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.
