"I used to be self-conscious about my height, but then I thought fuck that, I'm Harry Potter"

Several hours later, I awaken. I find that I am back where I began: in the middle of two unfamiliar bodies on the floor in a familiar basement. Confusion overrides my expression, but I decide getting myself fed is more important. My growling stomach agrees with me, and so I begin my journey towards the stairs once again. When I get to the kitchen, I notice that the fluorescent shadows that once speckled my table have now completely absorbed it. I rub my eyes. The image still remains, but I am too hungry to make sense of it. Opening up the fridge, I find to my dismay that its contents are empty. It seems I will be making the trip to the market sooner than I had planned. Without changing clothes, I slip on a pair of sneakers and open the door. I make the necessary trip of three flights of stairs down towards the exit. When I push the door open, what I see nearly knocks me back inside. Shining lights of radiant violets, bright greens, neon pinks, and luminous yellows sore past me, around me, and even through me. Everything else can only be described as sublime. Where sidewalks once were, fields of grain are paved instead. Where roads once existed, a crystal blue river made of cellophane flowed in its place. The sky is now purple with red undertones. A sun no longer exists. I am standing in what feels like an alternative universe. Before I can even begin to make sense of my surroundings, I call attention to a tug on my wrist. Looking down, I find a crystal blue transparent creature with black beady eyes, a tubular shaped body, and no other distinguishable features to speak of. Its hands and feet are the shape of thin pencil tips. I can see my skin through its tiny, fingerless hands. They feel warm on my bare skin. “You’re going to be late,” it said, tugging on my wrist in a westward direction. (Preview)