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I laid on our tattered two seater couch, looking out the only window of our tiny apartment. The air was hot and still. Outside, sharp blue slashes of light criss-crossed the artificial sky like a vast, LED-powered fishing net. Tiny beads of sweat pricked my forearm. I wiped them off as I checked my watch.
5:25pm — just in time.
I settled back into the sofa and put my hands behind my head and the lights began to phase. Sharp blue dimmed into a light silver, barely visible on the underside surface of the leaden dome some six-hundred feet above the city. To my right, our TV faded into outline and the rest of the apartment sank into monochrome darkness. I sat up, pulled the gauzy curtain aside to let in more light and lay back down. Fine golden lines appeared and traced each silver thread, softly glowing as they grew in intensity, gradually emitting a warm yellow light. The apartment glowed golden as the lights stabilised.
And then, it was officially night time.
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