all that is left unsaid

"It was you, wasn't it." It was a harsh statement for her ears only.
She shuddered, and tried to focus. Everything had changed. Train, Bus. Thailand, jungle deep south. Where were they now?
"Yes, I think so." She watched as the white kitten disappear into thin air, as the once train windows wobbled, now liquid like silver. The lights flickered.
She was tired of this. Tired of him, Mister Gorilla Munch Face Too Close To Breathe.
She opened her eyes wide. She wanted to be in a field, yes a meadow. On a warm fall afternoon, swinging from a seat high on a branch off the oak tree. Gorilla Munch, since he had to follow her everywhere she went, would be far below.
And just like that, it was so. The bus-train-subway disappeared, warping into grass and orange leaves and back and forth lazy motion.
It was a dream, she knew. He hadn't figured it out yet. When they woke her soon enough, she would remember that she was hooked to wires to monitors to sensors. Had she drempt longer this time than last, before he lucid imagination kicked in gear? Would they praise her, or chastise her? She would see the man in the chair next to her, hooked up too, and it would take a moment to remember him. But she knew him she knew him she knew him.
But for now, she watched him in the mild sunshine, glaring up at her, as she continued to pump her feet back and forth, reaching to the top limbs.