She sits next to me. I show her the swirls and squiggles and streaks.
I cannot work, I say. It is too bright.
That is not a problem, she tells me. She is gone for a long time. I keep swirling and thinking about the dark and the red.
Then she brings a stick, with fire! The big lights go out and she sits next to me, the glow of the heat emitting shadows on the wall. I walk into the other room, then I come back.
The girl stares at me. I stare right back, and beckon for the fire. And I plunge us into darkness.
