There is so much to doshe has to find out Reginas court date and get Bill Gordons transcript and see if shell be able to beg him in to Kenyon despite his two turns in juvie (his SAT scores are excellent), and she has to defrost the ground beef for dinner, and she hasnt called Abby in a whole week
Wait, she thinks. Wait.
But the light doesnt wait. The light explodes from a star that suddenly rises up from the kitchen sink. It shines in all the colors she has ever seen and in colors that dont exist on this earthcolors of nebulae or comets, colors of time and gravity. There is a glow that contains an afterglow; there is a light that eats itself and grows brighter. There is a candle
burning in the center of a supernova. The light has arms, fingers, wings. The light is splendid, but there is no word for splendid anymore.
A great wonder of anguish washes over her. Her hand slips from the counter and she falls down. The sun climbs the trunks of the trees, and the clouds from the hospital billow and pulse and pull themselves apart in the sky. On the counter in the chilly morning, the coffeemaker fills with weak coffee. There is a prism in the window, and soon it will fling rainbows about the room.
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