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Water doused my white hands and I can see them. I can see my hands through the water.
My flock is surrounding me; silent, and I know that they are smiling. The whites on thier teeth stand out to me, though it is the dullest color on the wheel.
The colors...
Blue, green, red, even pink on a t shirt.
Yellow- like the sun, the next thing in my view. Instinctively, I look away for the sake of my sensitive eyes, but I still feel the sun looking down at me, the rays reaching past me, dancing around my shadow. And it's beautiful.
Literally, I am a blind man seeing the sun for the first time and I'd give up the many wonders of the world to be able to visualize this moment for the rest of my life.
My mouth began to drop and my tongue scrambled about my mouth to say something. Nothing comes out for I find myself dumbstruck. I can say nothing.
And there was nothing to say.
At which point, I realized, someone was speaking to me. I look up, the voice I had heard for all these years, the mature, feminine voice that I've known to belong to Max, who still had the youthful face of her eight year old self.
Not a mouth was moving. I blinked, reckoned I had lost my mind, which I had.
Sometimes I wish I would never wake up.
Before any of you flame me, I would like to say that this is, in fact, an angst fiction, so... (sorry, Iggy!)
It must be this weather that put me in this mood.
Thank you for reading.
-Kayti
