For visually challenged writers, the monochrome image shows an empty corridor with several doors opening in a line, one after the other.
The early morning light crept along the corridor of the sleeping house. Trying hard not cause any disturbance, unfortunately not trying hard enough. Missing it’s footing the light stubbed it’s toe on the doorframe. Letting out a loud screech that would of woken the dead had it not been for the loud crash of the dawn breaking over the horizon.
Tiny jumping dust motes and mites bounced up and down rejoicing in another day. The light carried on along the corridor and through the doors entering each room gingerly.
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