The Colour of Imagination

Slowly, the doctor began to loosen the bandage. It was lifted off, inch by inch, taking care not to rip, or pull, or hurt... his eyelids felt heavy, but the pressure was changing. He had been told to keep his eyes closed, squinted shut, then very slowly open them. He thought he couldn't resist a peek, but when the light hit his eyelids, he decided the doctor's advice was worth following. He very slowly started to unsquint his eyes. Soon they were just shut without any pressure. He experienced his first colour. He didn't know which one it was. It was the light shining through his eyelids. He delayed it for one last moment. Saying goodbye to a life without colour, and greeting a new milestone in his existence. He opened them. ***

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