Today's OneWord: Sitting

After sitting and staring in the same spot for nineteen days, I couldn't help but notice a small, flickering white light in the distance. It was quite dark in the space, so I had to, ironically, squint to get a good look. The light was stark, and cold, but it felt welcoming. I reached out and touched it.

There, I felt a new word form in my throat. At long last, I saw letters. At long last, I could speak again.