I’m trying to write a 100 word piece a day. I took a writing prompt from here.
Prompt: Outside the Window
It felt small but held only contentment. Colors flowed freely, happy to exist and nothing else. Then, a flux began to form, swirling a puddle of reality suspended in space. Reality forced the endless colors to retreat to a single point, constricting to a single form and left only darkness behind. The form was compelled to reach out and touch the puddle. Once contact was made, Reality spread across it and the form became solid, almost recognizable. Cracks burned through the darkness as space began to collapse around it. In a flash, it was all destroyed as reality flooded in.