A stick insect pointed towards the horizon. Sparks danced, carving green and blue trails in the night sky. We ran and ran. The subway swallowed them up.
Smoke rose from a forest of mushrooms. The smell of mint and burnt toast filled the air. An unexpected hunger struck, as an intern struggled to sit comfortably in her office chair.
Out of focus, my portfolio lurked in the background while I scanned a plate of eggs and bacon.