Sun Mote Copse a hundred thousand colours

@Elohim perhaps?
she shifted, wakefulness coming slowly, yawning widely, she rolled onto her belly, blissfully warm and content and full and perfectly situated into the everyday routine that was life. And then, without and warning of any kind, her eyes, useless things that she had been somewhat aware of but up until this point more or less ignore, did something. 

Lights and colour and shape suddenly flooded her senses, and she gave a startled squeak, flopping onto her side, unsure of how or why this sudden change to her life had come about. She adapted quickly, however, and rolled back onto her belly, blinking and testing out this new sight, maw slightly agape in amazement,  producing small, happy sounds at this new development.