Silver And Gold

The window lit up.
Morning, huh? That window was always bright silver in the morning, catching a rising sun. The opposite window was fiery gold at evening, catching sunsets like goldpanners. I squeezed my eyes slowly open, faster closed, until eventually they grew accustomed to bright silver light.
Hello Grandma, I said. Only bits of the words came out because everything in my mouth was desert dust, but Grandma being Grandma understood.
She stood over me, afraid to touch me, but her eyes said everything.
Then her lips moved and asked: "Mebbe I can get me some sleep now, child?"