He was sick. He had swallowed his unimportance and gagged.
There were no answers to his questions. There was nothing but slow death.
His eyes filled with tears that would not leave his eyes. They just gathered and impeded his vision.
In his blindness he imagined himself dancing. "Blue in Green" played. A woman danced with him. He could not see her, but he knew she was beautiful. He knew she was there.
His blinked to restore his vision. The restoration ended his imagination, but he knew she was there. He knew she was beautiful.
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