The other month I discovered that Chris' bed sheets were light sensitive and recorded our movements and the shape of our bodies- like a giant photo-gram. The bed sheets became darker and darker as the morning light crept into his room and the space beneath us remained light from our bodies hiding it from the sun.
The other morning when I was opening a package of poptarts, I realized the poptarts were light sensitive as well. The pastries turned black instantly as I exposed them to light, leaving the spaces of white where I had pulled them out of the packaging.
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