TITLE: WORLD'S EDGE
GENRE: YA SF
The lake and mountains were back.
I knew before I looked. I felt them. The tingling started in the arches of my feet, behind my knees, and in the depths of my nose. I had felt the tingling before. Twice. My fingers froze over my laptop’s keys and a thrill ran through me. I raised my head to look out my dorm room window.
The sun had set a couple hours before, but that didn’t change what I saw. There were no mountains in Indiana and St. Anthony’s Academy’s lake was across campus, yet both were outside my window. Snow covered the mountaintops and tapered off into lush grasses. Farther down, the trees began. Their leaves were a deep, almost luminescent green that made me want to run my hand through them and feel the softness, the light. Streaks of sunlight skipped across the lake’s surface before reaching through my window to blind me. I blinked.
Something black appeared in the trees’ shadows. I leaned closer, but I wasn’t close enough.
With one finger, I touched the window. Heat from outside rushed into my finger, my hand, my whole body. Never mind that it was late autumn and supposed to be almost freezing outside. Where the mountains and lake were, beyond my window, it was warm.
But I was on the third floor of my dorm. There was no lake, no mountains. Was I going crazy? It wasn’t the first time I’d thought it, but I was only sixteen and there was no way.