Breakfast for Supper
The light was bright behind her eyelids. No matter how she tilted and turned her head, the light didn’t dissipate, it didn’t move, just stayed bright. In extreme irritation, she slid her eyes open to slits. Since they weren’t completely closed and flush, the sun was beating through the gaps. As her pupils painfully constricted, her mind slogged through her memories to orient herself. She rifled through her thoughts trying to figure out what seemed weird about the sun. Then it clicked. It was the colors of the sun. It was bright white and yellow, not the pink and purple that the sun rise usually is. She looked at the clock on her living room wall. Two forty five. She was reading the clock correctly, but she still was slow to connect the importance of the time and why the sun looks we
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