“Her face, made pastel by the light of her computer monitor, reflected in the window. She failed to recognize the girl, thought seeing her now was like a dream belonging to someone else, and that she had been asleep all her life. She didn’t want to see herself, looked beyond the image to the ancient oak tree in the yard. Massive with a crook in the center that looked like a twisted smile, it reached for her with branches that curled like a stranger’s hands.”
Book:Falls the Breath