This pause is also enough to occasion the dramatic pressing of fingertips to one side of her forehead. Vertigo...? From the swirling colors still lodged in the echo chamber of her mind’s eye? Intolerable. And far more preoccupying than children who refuse to yield the floor. “My head pains me. Respite has grown necessary.”
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This pause is also enough to occasion the dramatic pressing of fingertips to one side of her forehead. Vertigo...? From the swirling colors still lodged in the echo chamber of her mind’s eye? Intolerable. And far more preoccupying than children who refuse to yield the floor. “My head pains me. Respite has grown necessary.”