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Light Switch

She stared into the never ending darkness.
She couldn’t tell the difference between night and day.
Conscious and unconscious blurred into one another, at least now.
She blinked, but saw no difference.
She had gotten used to the feel of darkness by now.
It was warm, smooth, inviting.
Just darkness.
This beautifully depressing lifestyle she lived was not a lonely one.
It was just lonely in a “state of mind” sort of way.
She looked around, expecting to see the same black walls and the same black ceiling.
She was right.
“Good morning” she heard her sister say as she heard a light switch flick.
“Your cane is by your bedside.”

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