Sunbeam Lair Son of a witch

@Lonesome Dove

At some point the darkness he existed in had changed, but Earp hardly noticed the difference. The empty dark still squirmed into writhing bluish shapes which he watched often, head bobbing. He was aware of the new sensation of opening his eyes, blinking, and the dry discomfort that sometimes came when he forgot to blink for too long. His eyesight was poor, however, and his living space quite dim. Earp might have been more perturbed, but everyone knows that infants are notoriously bad at paying PG&E on time.
Eventually he did start to see things. Real things, this time! Had he known the difference at all, he would have been very proud. He had parsed out the pale figure of the woman he would never truly know as his mother in the scant light. It took some time to sort out the features of her, but eventually his eyes found her face.
He looked directly at it and started to scream in terror.