Although bedridden, Mom arose and went to a window, stood on her tiptoes and looked out, repeating this several times, more excited with each. I reached for her and held her tight. When a zing of electricity entered my body I let her go. She dissolved into sparkles that flew out the windows.
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Cedar Waxwing's 365 
“Sparkles of light.” Yes.
Oh wow.
I kind of love your dreams.
What everyone else already said.