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faint once more and my legs gave way.
As I fell I grasped. The story crinkled in my fingers and my fist.
I saw the blue carpet of my bedroom racing towards my face as I
fell, and suddenly words like racing snakes, ribbon in the wind and
rope in the tide, flash and whip past my face. My body had doubled
over and my face was about the hit the ground. The carpet was soft
but not so much as I would be spared the pain of impact. The moment
my face were to collide with the ground, to my surprise, my face
slapped briskly in ice cold water, like sneezing in the swimming
pool my face, then head, then whole body was under water. I opened
my eyes as the icy cold water took what breath I had away from me.
My skin pulled tight and my clothes felt heavy and restrictive as I
pushed my hands into the sand. Lifting my body up from the shallow
water. Where was I?
    I sat on my knees and brushed the long fringe
out of my eyes. I did not recognise the beach I was on. It looked
very much like white rock beach on the north coast, near Portrush,
county Antrim. The sand was a dark cream colour; the water was
white from the small crashing tide.
    Behind me rose cliffs of white, higher than I
had seen ever in my life. They stretched for miles. As far as I
could see they stretched. I turned my head in the other direction
to see more cliffs. To describe the sensation I had then is
impossible. I remember that I had no peripheral vision.
    As I moved my head it became clear. What
sounds impossible, was real.
    My eyes moved from left to right to the parts
my focal vision could not see I realised that I was creating
everything I saw. The cliff height followed my eyes. When I looked
down the cliffs met the ground and sand. When I looked up the
cliffs rose higher than I could see. Nearly miles above sea level.
It came to me quickly, the control. The realisation that my eyes
were like pencils, sketching out what I saw. I looked back on areas
I had already seen and each time there was new things to see.
    It felt like I was noticing things for the
first time. Imagine looking away, Then back to these words, then
once again look at your feet but notice that your shoes have
changed to boots covered in sand and caked on dirt. You don’t know
how you hadn’t noticed that the first time! That is what was
happening.
    My mind was creating scenery before my eyes
could see it. I walked toward the cliff face. As I walked, steps
began to carve themselves into the stone in front of me, as I
ascended the freshly chiselled steps I looked back to observe the
weathered natural looking grey, sea and wind beaten steps wet with
seaweed and green moss. Once I reached the lip of the cliff face I
could see for miles. What was at first a desert of green flat land,
as far as I could see, was changing with each blink of my eyes.
    Trees pierced out of the ground, turning to
forests and woods, ferns, oaks, beach and maple trees appeared in
different colours and sized. Streams bled from the flat land. Hills
bubbled from the grass like cheese bubbling under the grill.
Mountains exploded in the distance and clouds swirled overhead.
Birds sang and I listened harder. The rain fell as I put my head
back and opened my mouth. Like a time lapse video of a construction
project I saw buildings rise, fall and lie in ruin. The world had
come alive.
    Only moments ago I had lifted myself from an
ocean to a beach of flat sand. Now I stood on top of a cliff. High
up with a view over a world so beautiful I could scarcely believe
it. As I turned to look out to sea, I could see water bubbling and
stone piercing through the surface. The stone blossomed and bloomed
like a flower. Opening up islands with life and rich land inside.
All over the ocean I could see this happen all the way to the
horizon.
     
    Standing there and looking around I could see
everything come to life. Like the north coast of my beautiful
country had been cleansed of all trouble and civilisation and
washed anew with beauty, tranquillity and