- Nyctophilia - || EDDIE MUNSON

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔

"𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝;𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚜 (𝟷𝟾𝟹𝟽-𝟼𝟾)

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My eyes shoot open, and I am underneath a pillow that I am holding between my legs and arms. I lean forward and look at the clock; eight-forty-five. Well, well, well, one hour. A set record, look at me go.

My body feels a bit refreshed from the nap, and I am no longer drowsy or even tired. Not like I was tired at all today. Just lucky my body gave me a chance. I shuffle towards the window, and stick my hand out. Good weather for a walk. A bit chilly, maybe a change of clothes may work.

I reach my closet, and pick out one of Aunt Daileys birthday gifts to me. A big cardigan with geometric patterns in the hues of browns and browns. No other color really. I put on a t-shirt given to me by auntie again, and a turtle neck underneath. A girls got to bundle up, can't afford getting sick now, can we?

I take my very warm boots, which used to be Baileys but she calls them 'social suicide.' One word in there is the one thing I am, and it isn't social.

I walk back through the basement with my shoes in hand, and pass Baileys room. I can hear Steve in there right now, and some other voices. I can go in and bust her for being a brat today, but I don't want to lose night-light.

"Hey, I am gonna go take a walk." I walk into aunties room and she turns from her dresser.

"You look nice sleepy, Carson or Riders?" She asks me what route I feel up for. I lean on her door-way and I put my hands to my chin.

"Fruit-field." I make up my mind, and a hard thud comes from Baileys room. I guess I am not the one that will come out pregnant. Start calling me auntie now.

"Uh, good choice. That's near the hospital right?" I nod my head, and she throws me the thumbs up. Another thud comes from Baileys room, and I turn around. I see auntie peak her head out the hallway. I shrug at her and keep walking, not my monkey, not my circus.

I start my trek to the left side rather than the right. I feel like walking on some proper side-walks tonight, and it feels nice. I walk pass some houses, and I see one of them with one light on. A girl dancing around her room, good for her. You get it girl!

I continue past the house and find myself in the towns common area, where all the shops are at. I give myself a small twirl to feel the aesthetic of it all. All of them closed, but I peer in and see all the mannequins. I pose like one of them, I feel absolutely glamorous and objectified. I continue down the closed shops, and I take the time to look at the statue across the street.

I put my hand on my hip, and try to mimic the pose but unfortunately I do not have the horse nor the masculinity to have such egotistical triumph on my face.

"Go home Addams." A car filled with people around my own age drive by as they honk. I flip them off and continue walking. It is only nine-thirty, they should be- actually this is the perfect timing for them. I see my reflection on the shop windows, and see my body do little swirls from the glass.

"Ha, groovy." I laugh to myself. I mean if you don't find enjoyment in your own time, wherelse will you find it. The gratification of ones own identity and company is ones true key to freedom. Some shit like that.