She didn’t even realise anything had happened until she saw the fat, crimson drips splatting on the floor beneath her. She knew then that it was done, because the color was so vivid. Intellectually she knew all the colors of the rainbow and all the shades in between, but she’d never experienced any of them before. So to see that shade of red and know instinctively that it was coming from her both excited and saddened her. Then she was struck with the realisation that she could feel excitement and sadness. She was at the same time freed and tethered. For a moment she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. When she saw the first fluffy, pure white feather drift down and land amongst the red she did both.