Light

Prologue

I've always enjoyed being dead.
There's a sort of peace and security to it.
An inevitability. An inevitable endlessness.
I never quite know how to explain it.

Have you ever stood outside on a clear night and gazed up at the stars wondering how many there are?
Well, I do that too, but I actually have the time to count them all.
It's sort of like that.

Or....it used to be.

Nothing is the same anymore.
The calm security of the afterlife I relied on has been thrown into turmoil.
By him.
He is the storm that turns my placid waters into roiling waves.
I used to think I understood a lot.
Being dead for so long will do that to you.
But there is so much of him I don't understand.
For one, I don't understand how it is possible for him to see me.... Or why he didn't immediately leave when he realized he could.

Maybe I intrigue him just as much as he does me. Maybe I also uproot him in return. Shake him and make him feel alive again. Just as he is, so very strangely, doing for me.
I haven't felt alive in such a long time.
I don't understand how he's doing this to me.
Why he's doing this to me.
Why is he here?
I want to know.
I need to know.
These questions pull on me like an anchor and drag me down into his depths and I'm not sure whether I'll like what I'll find down there.
But I still need to know.
I need him.
I need......
I don't know what I need.
I've forgotten it many, many years ago.
Lost like a song on the breeze or a kite in the wind.
Or a ship at sea.
Shipwrecked.
Downed.
Drowned.

But just maybe, with his help, I will be able to find it again.