“How do you feel?” Jill asked, reaching for Q’s hand. He didn’t answer. He was watching his own fingerprints spiral into infinite fractals.
“No,” Jill and Q said in unison.
“That’s the point,” Q replied, his eyes too bright. “I need to dissolve the bad headspace.”
Jack grinned, already chewing his portion. “Don’t be the trip mom, Jill. It’s a standard dose—two grams each.”
The first sign was the carpet. Q stared at the brown wool fibers, and they began to breathe like a sleeping animal. A ripple of panic—then wonder. Jack laughed, a sound that seemed to echo from the bottom of a well. Jill felt a warm pressure behind her eyes, and the edges of the room softened into watercolor.
“How do you feel?” Jill asked, reaching for Q’s hand. He didn’t answer. He was watching his own fingerprints spiral into infinite fractals.
“No,” Jill and Q said in unison.
“That’s the point,” Q replied, his eyes too bright. “I need to dissolve the bad headspace.”
Jack grinned, already chewing his portion. “Don’t be the trip mom, Jill. It’s a standard dose—two grams each.”
The first sign was the carpet. Q stared at the brown wool fibers, and they began to breathe like a sleeping animal. A ripple of panic—then wonder. Jack laughed, a sound that seemed to echo from the bottom of a well. Jill felt a warm pressure behind her eyes, and the edges of the room softened into watercolor.
