Eyes closed, I stare at the sun.
Not much to see, and yet brilliantly illuminated hues of orange come crashing into my mind. Close eyes a little tighter, and it's pink. Scarlet even. Eyes barely closed, and it's the brightest yellow imaginable.
And closer to me, somewhere between my mind and the light, are the ameoba-like distortions of my eyes. Those funky see-through lines and dots that move when you try to look at them. As if I put a hair under a simple microscope, and keep looking at it, unfocused.
Staring at the sun, I chase the little ameobas across the bright orange.
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