Imagine -
Jonathan Sims with synesthesia. Yes, you could argue that feeling tired after reading statements is close enough, but I'm disregarding that for now.
Jonathan Sims who can taste what he's reading. The taste of berries as he reads about the sky eating people. Burnt rubber as he reads about running from abandoned churches, and the feeling of gravel slicing his mouth.
The smell of sawdust and rain, stinging his nostrils as he forces himself to read aloud.
Words jumping out of the page at him in vivid colours, and visions of shapes dancing across the walls. Burning in his fingertips and the feeling of bugs across his skin, bruising grips on his wrist.
Sure, he always feels like he's being watched. The tingle on the back of his neck and the ache in his head. The exhaustion seeping into his bones.
But what if he felt more? What if he experienced everything in his life with more than one sense at a time.
