Blur. It was like someone photoshopped the world around her with the blur effect. Like an infant, she used the back of her loose fisted knuckles in attempt to escape this dementia. Above her iris rested an opaque sheet of sleep from which she wished to free herself so she carried on rubbing. That is, until she felt the sleep give way. There was wetness escaping her tear duct and as she freed herself from imprisonment of the haze, radiant colours welcomed her sight back. Unclenching her fist, she lifted it before her eyes to test her vision. This was when she noticed her the back of her hand wrapped in blood like christmas lights on a christmas tree.
Suzuki Limbu ©2010