Bubble

Jeanna stretched out on her parents' bed, their sleeping bodies huddled under the covers in either side of hre so that the tall frame of her father and the shortter, slighter frame of her mother suddenly became the same. She could feel the heat of their night sleep through the blankets, even though she was on top of them and her parents hidden underneath.

The bed was old, a canopy bed, the fabric dusty and rough, faded, dark blue with yellow flowers. When Jeanna stared up at it from between her parents she could see movement in the air just below the yellow flowers, underneath where tha canopy hung. The air was buzzing in diamonds. Not jewelry diamond, like on her mother's ring, but in diamond shapes. Shimmering diamond shapes. They weren't sparkly, but moving, in motion, more like static from the TV, a back and forth buzzing, but silent.

The static diamonds were also curved. When she looked they curved in the air around her, enclosing her, and her parents, and the matress of the bed, in a sphere of energy.

Jeanna knew it was there, even though no one else could see it. Or at least her mother couldn't see it. The one time she asked her about it, flat on their backs on the bed, Jeanna kept pointing up and asking "What is it?" And her mother answered over and over again until she became exasperated. "The canopy, Jeanna! It's just the canopy! Do not ask again!"

So she didn't. She knew it was invisible to everyone else, just as it was to her, unless she thought about it, and then she could see it just fine.