Dragged out by tilted motion
Tilting sideways, the dream slips outward, before anything notices it has shifted. It doesn't coil but creeps, looping sideways. Critter clusters drag in long rainbow arcs, tugging color out of shape. Slides unravel and trails stretch until they can't hold form, with edges buckling under pressure. What begins as tilt becomes scatter. Only spread. Only smear. Only the open sprawl.
