The light that sears through the suddenly deepened darkness in the next second is plenty bad on closed eyelids, we imagine. It's directional, from the near blackness remaining everywhere else, and it glares like a spotlight.
That's not just one something clicking now, either. It's multiple, a constant, patternless clatter of clickclickclick clickclickclick click clickclick.
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Date: 2012-10-22 04:29 am (UTC)The light that sears through the suddenly deepened darkness in the next second is plenty bad on closed eyelids, we imagine. It's directional, from the near blackness remaining everywhere else, and it glares like a spotlight.
That's not just one something clicking now, either. It's multiple, a constant, patternless clatter of clickclickclick clickclickclick click clickclick.