I stop.
A hair strand away from a moment. My eyes soften, seeming to see an ocean view against the stark white wall through a blind of deep black lashes. The sound of Grey's dying heart on TV transforms into faint white noise.
Wait!
A phrase had already formed in the left temporal lobe of my brain to describe what just happened.
I found my perch in the blogosphere.
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