In Tranquility

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I went back to bed.

Bored out of mind, I decided to set up another shadow theater, this time using my stupid portrayal of a dog.

I had name for that dog when I was a kid, Shady. Because he was made from the shadows.

Now that I think about it, I named all of my shadow figures "Shady" because they were all the same. Made from shadows.

There was Shady no. 1, the rabbit, Shady no. 2 was the snake, Shady no. 3, the dog, and Shady no. 4 the four winged bird that was sometimes a butterfly.

I was a weird kid.

But back then I really didn't care, all I knew is that I was having fun.

I enjoyed talking to my friend, even though she never really responds to me.

Actually, I think it's better that way. I would probably pass out if she did.

I used tell her all sorts of fun stories, about my life, my school, and the toys that I liked to play with.

Maybe those weren't really necessary. After all, she was always there, so at some point she might've been able to experience all of that as well.

She witnessed everything in my life since I started breathing, even though she had no eyes to see, nose to smell, nor a mouth to speak, I knew that she did.

It's quite strange, how my darkness glows brighter than me at times like this.

She brings back so many memories of my fun and weird childhood.

Memories that were once buried in the back of my mind and thoughts that were once at the top of my head.

I've already forgotten, what it was like having no phone and Internet.

It's nice.

Peaceful.

This is what life was like before technology started to take over.

In tranquillity.

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