It sat on the kitchen table, a speck of dark light, shifting through an array of geometric shapes.
“I don’t know,” said Adie. “When I woke up, it was in my hand.”
“Were you dreaming?” asked Teri.
Adie blinked. “Yeah. There were… trees… or curtains… and I had to push through to get… somewhere.”
“Plant that puts its seeds in a shell with hooks. They catch on animals’ fur, and the animals spread them to new locations.”
Adie watched the thing morph into a pyramid, then slowly elongate. “Will it grow a dream?”
Teri shrugged. “Or a nightmare.”
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