Anakin does close his eyes, facial muscles going tight for a long set of moments as he draws the place to his mind. Golden light washing over walls of some nondescript color, his mother's brown hair falling down over him, her dress a blue so faded is was more grey than blue anymore. Anakin knew his eyes, even in the memory-not!memory, were half closed. His mother was singing, her skin was warm under his cheek and palm as he laid and held onto her, her arm strong and sure around him as she held him in her lap. As he pulls himself deeper into his mind, his face relaxes, shoulder dropping a little.