light

The light fills the room and it's hard to see. I'm trying to make shapes out of light particles, knocking over lamps and flashlights. I clumsily lay my hand on a wall to guide me. The sun is up and it's hanging in the window. "Do we really need all this light?" you ask but I can't make you out. Then again, I never could. "Don't go away," you add and I lay my hand on a light switch. "It will all be gone."

"That's okay."