It's the sill at the base of the window. She's compelled to seek it out, to soak in the sun. It's a simple pleasure, that warmth, a feeling like few others. Basic. Instinctively it's part of a daily routine. That glass door to the outside world that in turn lets the heat in. Find the sill, find the sun. The yellow light shines in enveloping her in that ever so comforting warmth.
2/5/08
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