"She opened her eyes slowly, as if too much light would flood her brain and wash her thoughts away. Very slowly, for what was being revealed to her in the thin crescent of light instinctively made her want to shut her eyes again. It was not bright, outside, or maybe it was. It wouldn't be the first time her brain lied to her. Thoughts, she just couldn't trust them, thoughts, they were like dust bits floating in a shaft of sunlight. Yes, very evil dust bits, here one moment, gone the next, indistinguishable from one another, in and out, in and out, and disrupted easily, so very easily."