[When had Henry come back? The floor felt like a ship deck, tipping and rolling without actually moving. It wasn't unpleasant, just strange and unexpected. She closed her eyes to the odd texture of the walls and she found herself keenly aware of the bursts of color and shapes in the darkness of her eyelids.]
Is it normal to feel like I'm melting? Or...dripping? Dripping might be a better word.
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[When had Henry come back? The floor felt like a ship deck, tipping and rolling without actually moving. It wasn't unpleasant, just strange and unexpected. She closed her eyes to the odd texture of the walls and she found herself keenly aware of the bursts of color and shapes in the darkness of her eyelids.]
Is it normal to feel like I'm melting? Or...dripping? Dripping might be a better word.