Consciousness arrived slowly. Something was ever so gently touching her neck, intermittently. There it was, there it went, there it was again. It went on like this for quite some time

In her half-awake state of mind, she briefly pondered there were things she ought to think in this situation. Not remembering what those were, she arose with glacial slowness to figure out what this strange sensation might be

Turning on the light, she quickly found out. It was a cat, breathing heavily and contently. Drowsily, she remembered that she did not have a cat. Then she resigned back to sleep, ever so hazily conceding that she did now, somehow

Walking forward, podcast in her ears, she was distracted, thinking about the events of the day. Things were going as planned, and not as planned, and sideways, and all in all there was a lot to think about. Stay, go, stay, go. A lot to do. But not right now; right now she was out, walking, thinking, on autopilot, one foot in front of the other

And then, suddenly, she stopped, looking ahead

In front of her was a long corridor of trees, all of them bright with color. As far as she could tell, they had all picked that exact moment to start letting go of their leaves, a veritable rain of colors falling as far as she could see

It was, she decided, something to behold