She wakes up early, half bleary-eyed and pours her cornflakes. Atop, she pours slow honey, watching it. The color is the color of the bright golden sun. The shine that would blind her on any other day, is suddenly hers for the taking. Her heart filled with joy, she leaps into the air, weightless. She thinks thoughts of love, peace, and passion she's always posessed, but never found. And when the color blinded her at last, it was too late, for she'd already absorbed itself entirely, not knowing its power. She'll knock 'em dead it said, and she ate her cornflakes...suddenly forgetting why she was prancing so splendidly, and why she wore that joyous smile.