Was the light pulsating because I had accidentally gazed too long upon an overhead lamp, burning its glow into my retinas, or was my brain blazing with fire because I was getting a migraine? There’s always a few seconds where I think maybe I just looked too long at the light. There were spots in my eyes, a cluster of them in the lower right hand side of my vision, like a flower formed of glowing dots. I thought the light had stained my eyes, that I had stared toward it overlong. But wouldn’t that be weird, indoors, at nearly six pm? It wasn’t like when I’m outside in daylight and encounter a blinding flash of sun reflecting in the mirror of a passing car.
The cluster paused there a while before forming inevitably into the flaming ring. And once that happened there was still a smaller horizontal line of bright white light inside it. This was unusual, as was the placement of the ring, though that seems to be changing in recent months; it used to be always in the upper left hand corner, now it has become movable, in a slightly different position every time. But once it settled into its classic flaming ring it was the normal routine, notwithstanding the horizontal glowing dash, and that faded and disappeared at some point as the ring grew bigger. The circle flamed with a rainbow of colors, brightest near the top and one side, fading along the other side, the bottom almost completely muted out.
This burning ring filled my eye and my mind’s eye (shutting them doesn’t eradicate it), slowly expanding 'til I could see right through it to, as it were, normality. Then it was so big it was just the outer frame of my vision, a pulsating firework moving out until it was just white lights flashing in my periphery, a shiny diamond necklace encircling my world. Even this continued to expand until it was gone and I just waited for the pixels of my vision to stop flashing like strobes and for the lights to quit being so bright.
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