Emily struggled up from the floor, the sweet scent of the freesias still swirled around her, stimulating her senses with their heady presence. Her legs seemed a little stronger now as if they had quickly become accustomed to this new environment. Even so Emily felt compelled to retreat back through the door to the place that was a haven of comfort for her. It was as if the emotions in the room were too strong for her to bear, threatening to strip apart her strange new existence like a gust of wind might drag apart the falling petals of a wilted rose. She turned and stepped back towards the door pushing with arms that were now becoming visible to her. She found herself in the familiar surroundings of her garden looking at the apple trees, everything close was in focus now but the distance retreated into the familiar swirling colours that haunted her strange cocoon. For the first time Emily's small universe no longer felt like a dream. She did not understand any of it but it did not matter, she was unaccountably happy. Emily closed her eyes and she was quickly drawn back to sleep drifting at peace, exhausted by her recent exertion.