Zy had been asleep most of the day, but now he felt intensely wakeful. And there was so much to see: his field of vision was saturated with movement, incident, and things. He found himself stirring with a very strange sensation: it was a kind of expansion, a rising, a good feeling. For a few moments, when he became conscious of it, he wondered what it could be – and then, he realised. He was happy.
Excerpt from Mask [iv], Volume 12 of Dustless