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The star opens her eyes.
Okay, so that's not precisely true.
To be entirely honest, the star does not so much open her eyes as flutter them in a rather useless manner. Though, really, she has aspirations of opening them, so it really should count.
She would very much like to press her fingers against the persistent ringing that seems to be caught between her temples, but her hands do not seem inclined to raise themselves that high.
Or at all, for that matter.
This fact would, perhaps, be more of a concern if the world would kindly stay still for long enough for her to think overly much about it - if it would care to stop swimming in brightly colored, splotchy swirls painted on the backs of her eyelids for a moment or two.
Okay, so that's not precisely true.
To be entirely honest, the star does not so much open her eyes as flutter them in a rather useless manner. Though, really, she has aspirations of opening them, so it really should count.
She would very much like to press her fingers against the persistent ringing that seems to be caught between her temples, but her hands do not seem inclined to raise themselves that high.
Or at all, for that matter.
This fact would, perhaps, be more of a concern if the world would kindly stay still for long enough for her to think overly much about it - if it would care to stop swimming in brightly colored, splotchy swirls painted on the backs of her eyelids for a moment or two.