In the middle of the night, closer to four in the morning than five, before the beaming and joyous sun lifted on the brim of the lake’s distant horizon, I became overheated. I kicked covers away from my semi-naked frame. Coming to, sitting up in bed, I felt thick pools of perspiration on my arms, back, neck, and forehead. I huffed, losing breath. My head started to sting, and I heard a loud ringing in both ears.
My attention steered to the right and I saw a green pool of swirling and glowing fire open on the floor. Like a well or funnel. Perhaps the size of a four-person, round kitchen table. Things inside the room began to move on their own, toward the fire pool. To my horror and surprise, all of those items were sucked inside the floor, and beyond, vanishing into a green world or univer
