I blinked but it stung. My eyes felt red. It almost hurt to look.
One more, just one more episode. Yet another film. One last game.
How long has it been I wonder. A week? Two weeks, maybe three? How long since I’ve been outside? I think about it, almost everyday. I think about outside like a fond memory, a crystal I long to find, a fine specimen I’ve yet to try.
But this glowing machine knows me best. Through its beaming face it communicates my truth.
Did I doom myself?
Though admittedly I don’t feel doomed. Actually I’m taken by the hand, I’m led to a place I never wish to escape from. I’m treated with a taste of bliss.
Besides, I hold the power, in theory at least. I can close the glowing device. I can shut the portal. I simply choose not to. It’s so much brighter here. How lighthearted, almost fluffy.
Mother came back late today. She’s upset, she ordered me to take out the trash. Why me? I haven’t moved in so long. My bones cracked and I held my back.
I opened the door. The ground felt almost alien. I didn’t remember it being so stiff. It was evening I believe.
Gloomy. Very gloomy. The grey sky bruised with all sorts of clouds. Weird shades of grey.
Silent. Everything around me stood still. Was this tree always this green? And this wind. This frosty, chilly air blowing my hair out of my face. Was it always this intoxicating?
Wow. I suddenly felt…nostalgia? Is that what this is? I could almost smell my childhood. Did the wind do it? Did the grey sky awake something in me somehow?
My lungs felt fresh. The air tasted crisp.
What was I supposed to do? Why did I come out?
Water. Could it be? I raised my chin slightly. Cold water, thick and rich poured from the sky and like a light shower it washed my every doubt away.
I closed my eyes. So this is it huh?
Nice to meet you once again…world.