#remember when .............

           the first thing he notices are changing leaves. it’s a rapid process, their colors shifting between greens and reds and yellows with no real end in sight. dreams were often hazy like this, minute details left unchecked as the dreamer set up whatever memory or world they’d travel through. mar-vell wasn’t here for sightseeing, however, his gaze shifting focus to a woman seated, transfixed by the same trees he had been moments prior. “carol. you’re here.”