Stavanger Bay Five lines written on a postcard

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Foward dated to April 3rd

His eyes and ears had been open for a few days now, and the world had changed completely. He could see and hear, and he was overwhelmed with the desire to see everything, even if most things were just blurs of color. The golden blur of color he saw near the the big bright area made him lift his head up to stare. He knew that blur well and associated it with feelings of comfort and warmth much like the black form he spent most of his time with. Pheiros pulled himself up on shaky legs and began to slowly move towards the golden form, his movements jerky and unbalanced as he tried to carry his own weight across the ground. He could tell his legs were getting stronger, but they were still too feeble to get him very far, much to his frustration. He made it about halfway to his other source of comfort before falling back to the ground with a squeak. He looked around for a few seconds before letting out a frustrated, somewhat panicked cry. He was too tired to keep moving just yet and very disgruntled that he couldn't get where he wanted.