Sights: "... rays of yellow morning are leaking in through the holes in the door and the torn blinds. They are riddle the gloom, and I can see dust particles dancing within them." Pg. 339
Sounds: "I cry with the ceiling people until my voice cracks and my tongue dries up." Pg 351
Smells: "When he cleans my face, his hands smell like raw eggs." Pg. 343
Tastes: "... holding Jean and scooping hot spoonfuls of oatmeal into his mouth." Pg. 335-336
Textures: "His lips are full as a banana." Pg. 326
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