[She blinks. When she opens her eyes and meets his approving stare, she glows; she blooms. She has figured it out, this one small piece of the puzzle. It belongs to her now. It will be very difficult to forget, even more difficult for someone else to push deliberately out of her head. It lives in her heart, locked in in the way that things one learns for oneself stay stuck.]

[She feels warmed from within. She is a furnace of knowledge, briefly and brightly confident.]

[There are, of course, always problems. But when she cants her head at Ben and listens to his clarifications carefully, they seem surmountable.]

It feels like walking in the dark right now. Like stumbling in a dark room, and someone's moved all the furniture.

Is that what it felt like for you?