Chapter 7 Segment 4 of the Sentient She Shed
The flicker wasn’t a warning.
It was a release.
Scrolls lifted gently from their shelves.
Files shimmered, reshaping themselves midair.
The Shed didn’t panic.
It breathed.
Patch held her stitched heart close.
Bytey watched his byte fragment dissolve, then reform.
DotDot’s doodle unfolded, then folded again—new lines appearing.
Snugbitty’s clipboard glowed faintly, its contents rearranged.
Lila didn’t reach for anything.
She let it happen.
She trusted.
Nothing was lost.
Everything was re-arranged.
And the Shed exhaled.
Prompt:
What have you trusted enough to let transform?