The walls are saturated in creamy light. Sunshine fills the room, exposing the floorboard's uneven shades of ocher. Backlit curtain folds reveal golden tiger stripes poised to leap from their hooks. A stream of light, escaped from the window's veils, reveals a dust particle storm. Locked in a riotous dance on warm air currents, they pirouette upward with the sun's strength.
A passing cloud, unaware of its detrimental effect, masks the sunbeams. The curtains shift color; eager tigers become the very shadows that hide them. The walls fade to gray. Dust fairies who cavorted in the heat now sink to the floor as the room's fever breaks.
With the show over, the floorboards groan in protest. ~~GH
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