Maybe I took too much melatonin. One minute I was staring at the peeling paint on my ceiling, the next I was a lemon. A sentient, slightly greenish lemon perched precariously on a branch in a fantastical orchard. Sunlight, filtered through the vibrant leaves, created a mosaic of light and shadow on my skin. The air buzzed with the gossip of butterflies the size of birds and the frenetic drone of oversized bumblebees.