My head tilted upward, my eyes sliding into focus. My heavy eyelids were a fraction too slow to blink, my irises too stationary. It was as if my brain was suffering a massive short circuit and was struggling to function.
One minute before, I didn't know where Marvel was, what he was doing, and when we would be able to see each other again. The next minute, he was right in front of me.
Through the open door came the most expressive eyes, expelling the last of the night's sleepiness from my mind. They were the color of a clear blue sky above the river hurrying to join the ocean, and those white lashes were a lacy trim around each perfect sea-hued iris.
