It is cold; so, she finds slips of sunlight peeking through almost drawn curtains.
They hit her face.
She closes her eyes and watches the images burned inside her lids
The sunlight is white; the residual image of the shape behind closed eyes is blue.
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Always wondered why that was true.
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