{"id":68,"date":"2025-09-04T11:15:02","date_gmt":"2025-09-04T16:15:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/?p=68"},"modified":"2025-11-27T19:55:49","modified_gmt":"2025-11-28T01:55:49","slug":"a-beacon-i-follow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/a-beacon-i-follow\/","title":{"rendered":"A Beacon. I Follow."},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"bsf_rt_marker\"><\/div><p>I smell something sweet, a beacon as aroma.<\/p>\n<p>I feel heat, a radiation from the giants, the vibration of their murmurs oscillates my body.<\/p>\n<p>I hear waves, some deeper, some pitched higher, starting and stopping in melody. Laced with meaning. \u201cI think you over cooked, darling.\u201d \u201cI always do now that the kids are grown.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I see orange, rising and falling against the walls of light brown. Emitting the sweet scent I trail, sitting beside it.<\/p>\n<p>Sweet. Warmth. Waves. Orange.<\/p>\n<p>A beacon. I follow.<\/p>\n<p>Dipping my toes into the soft, cold, delicious orange.<\/p>\n<p>I only mean to drink from it, but my toes are stuck. I try to pull them back, a splash of delicious brushes my face. The orange rises, surrounding me as the world tilts up. Then I&#8217;m swept away, swirling into the middle of the orange as the world jolts back, flat as a horizon.<\/p>\n<p>I want to fly. To jump. To escape. But the orange is heavy, an oppression against every attempted twitch of my body. I gasp for air, but my breath becomes liquid.<\/p>\n<p>Before the world goes black, I hear muffled sounds of waves, harsh and sharp like a storm, \u201cDamn gnats!\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I smell something sweet, a beacon as aroma. I feel heat, a radiation from the giants, the vibration of their murmurs oscillates my body. I hear waves, some deeper, some pitched higher, starting and stopping in melody. Laced with meaning. \u201cI think you over cooked, darling.\u201d \u201cI always do now&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,4,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-68","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-archive","category-fiction","category-speculative"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=68"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":82,"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/68\/revisions\/82"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=68"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=68"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.danifellis.com\/publication\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=68"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}