My mind is bursting with brightness, as is my world. I feel light on my feet, a cheetah moving effortlessly through the air of my mind. I must run, because that’s the only thing I know. I shine the light on one thing and then on another, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m not in control. I’m the end, not the means – and I wait to be told where to shine the light next.
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