Sunday Six

Six five sentences for Sunday, June 14:

Sometimes she feels sure there is a room beyond the light. If she stares hard into that excruciating light, she can almost see the details—almost a room hospital white and agonizingly clean, almost someone standing there, almost, almost, but not quite.

She wakes herself up, but for a moment she is still looking, still straining to see. The apartment is dark, quiet except for the bloodrush noise inside her ears. The cat appears at the door to her bedroom and watches her from a distance.

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