Feeling came first. Then sound. Then taste. Then smell. Sight was taking longer. She didn't understand. Everything was colorful blobs. She hoped this wasn't how the world looked. Dark,
musty, colorless. The room she was in had a draft, but the smell of dust and age still lingered.
musty, colorless. The room she was in had a draft, but the smell of dust and age still lingered.
