Iris could feel the exact moment her heart stopped. She wondered if it would begin again, or if she might die here, too, where death was supposed to be impossible. She remembered the moment her heart had stopped in that life before here. A slow and steady decline, darkness, and then brilliant light. She’d awoken…

Iris awoke in soft light, stretching her arms over her head and sighing in contentment, turning to the right side of the large, cloud-like bed. Her fingers traced the indent of where her love had slept the night before, sleepily, wondering what dreams he might have had when she’d been flying in her own. It…