The first sensations that Sunny became aware of were of the soft, rhythmic tapping of a ceiling fan's chain as it rocked back and forth from the spinning of the blades. While his eyes were closed, the sound grounded him, offering context to where he was-- the only fan in his family's home that was weighted by beads was the one in his sister's bedroom. With sunlight spilling into the window from a low angle, the fan cast swirling arcs of shadow across the painted stone above, marred only by th...
