White-hot light blasted in front of his closed eyelids.
That’s the first line of Chapter 2 of my work-in-progress novel.
In editing this, I’m pleased to find that I still like the story and am interested to see how it ends. You would think since I wrote it that I would know, and I do. What’s encouraging is that I’m still intrigued by how it gets there, so editing it is kinda fun.