Sight
DISCLAIMER: Soul Eater does't = mine
Maka could see everything around her very clearly. The sun had come up. The room, the living room, had white walls but in this light she could see that they were not quite white. They were slightly blue in places and in others brown. There were several hand shaped marks which she planned to ask Soul about later.
The couch upon which she was sitting was red. It's two seats just enough to accommodate the habitants of the house. The television sat across the room from her but wasn't on now. There was a thin layer of dusk covering the screen, only visible with the device turned off.
The final thing she could see in the room, her favourite thing, was Soul. The tall Sythe looked down at her on the couch. His white hair held back by it's usual headband, shamelessly self promoting. His t-shirt sat loosely around his chest and stomach so from her perspective Maka could see his belly button. She could not see the scar on his chest, but she knew it was there. His red eyes were the last thing she looked at. They'd seemed intimidating at first but now she could clearly see the softness of them.
She watched Soul as he walked to the couch and took his place next to her. The clarity of the morning light had begun to fade. Maka closed her eyes, the vivid images still in her mind, and rested.