Jenny screamed, but her scream became a sigh. Her prom dress faded into a simple nightgown. Her chrome eye wept a single tear of mercury, then turned blue. She was just a lost girl again. She fell to her knees.
For Jade Morrow, seventeen and feral with boredom, Verona was a cage. But tonight, the cage had a loose hinge. Daydream Nation
"I'm the most real thing you'll ever meet," the girl replied. "I'm the Daydream. I'm the part of you that you kill when you learn to be practical. I'm the noise inside the signal. Eli knows me." Jenny screamed, but her scream became a sigh