Her dreams were a structure of infinite possibility.

Every night as she drifted off to sleep, the only question in the back of her mind was, "Where will I go tonight?"

Her room was dark, and with no windows present. There was an unknown threat outside, and she didn't want anyone (or anything) to know she was there. The room was mostly still and silent, save for her eyes that darted back and forth beneath their eyelids, and the rhythmic sound of her breathing.

She opened her eyes, and found herself laying on the ground. As she exhaled, dirt swirled around her so she sat up. As she looked around, she found herself sitting in a garden. Lush green grass, rows of rose bushes, and a single fig tree were present. Slowly she stood, and looked around her. A faintly sweet smell filled her nose, and she decided to go to the roses. There were rows upon rows of flowers, yellow, white, pink, and red, going as far back as she could see, and even further still. She made her way to a bush of red roses, and leaned forward. She felt the petals brushing lightly against her nose and as she inhaled, the perfume of it made her feel lightheaded. The smell was pleasing yet very unfamiliar. She pulled against the stem, and in doing so, found the thorns that protected the rose. She drew back and stared at her hand. A single drop of blood beaded up on her index finger. It was the same red as the rose, and she wondered why the delicate flower would betray her trust.

She strolled across the garden towards the fig tree. It wasn't until she'd gotten closer that she realized the tree was bearing fruit. They looked a bit like swollen water drops, with the tops so small compared to the round base of the fruit. She ducked under the branches and delighted in the shade the tree offered. She looked up and found herself surrounded by fruit. She reached up and plucked one from the tree. The whole branch shook as the fruit snapped off, and some loose ones found their way to the ground as a result. She studied the fruit for a bit before deciding to try it. It was smooth to the check, and very soft, she knew if she squeezed to hard it would certainly burst. Curiosity took over, so she brought the fig to her lips and bit into it. The fruit was sweet like nothing she'd ever tasted before, and juice of which ran down her chin. Before she even finished chewing, she was pulling more fruit from the branches, indulging herself on their flesh.

After eating her fill, she crawled out from under the tree and noticed a small pond that she wasn't quite sure it was there before. She got on her knees, cupped her hands in the water and brought it to her face, rinsing off the sticky sweet juice. She watched the surface of the water and its distorted reflection of herself. As the water calmed, the image made more sense, and she began to study her own features. When was the last time she'd seen herself? There were two dark brown eyes staring back at her, and she suddenly realized she didn't recognize herself at all. Confused and slightly angry, she splashed the water, and before she realized it, felt the grip of something on her wrist. She tried pulling against it, but it yanked her into the water. As she felt like she was completely immersed in the water, she struggled a bit before waking up and finding herself tangled in the covers, alone in her dark room.