anika

“She holds out her arms to me and I feel a surge of happiness. Inside her half-open cloak there’s a glimpse of red. It’s her heart, I think. It must be her heart, on the outside of her body, glowing like neon, like a coal. Then I can’t see her any more. But I feel her around me, not like arms but like a small wind of warmer air. She’s telling me something. You can go home now, she says. It will be all right. Go home.”
― Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye