We're on a rocket ship. It's taking us away from this place. I'm not sure why, exactly, and I'm not sure how. I do know that this is what I want. What I need. I've never needed anything more.
The light is blue, like the sun but not quite. There's a faint murmur in the background. Everyone else is happy, too. I can't see them, I can't really turn to look, but it's okay! I feel sleepy.
I'm back. How long have I been gone? I still can't move. It dosen't bother me. At least, I don't think it does. Why should it? What is, is. I love my life.
The others agree. I'm not sure how they're managing to speak out loud, I can't. But then, they hear me anyway, so maybe I don't have to. There's one voice who seems less happy than the others. He's very happy, but sometimes he's confused.
Sometimes he says he wants to be back on Earth, to see his friends. I laugh at him, we are friends now, it doesn't matter about the old ones.
He says he can't remember his name. He is so silly! That is what I name him: Sill. I'm not sure he likes that name, but it's the only one he's got, now. Sill tried to give me a name too, but I don't need one. I remember my name! At least, I could, if I wanted to.
Sill keeps trying to remember things. I don't understand it. He knows he had a cat, and a shiney red scooter. Every time he remembers something new, he gets so excited. It inspires him to look deeper into the past, search his memories. I wouldn't mind so much except he's trying to make me remember too. But I don't want to. Thinking too hard is making him restless. He doesn't want to just lie still and relax.
He should know that being peaceful is the most important thing.
But he doesn't know. Why not? Every one else does. Why can;t he just be normal. Why does he have to drag me into his delusions?
Now he's trying to move. Ha! Sill is completely mad. Moving has always being impossible, why should he be able to do something so outrageous.
Sill moved. Or so he says. It's probably just wishful thinking on his part. But what if he did? I keep thinking that I can remember moving now. I keep thinking that I want to move. That maybe I could.
He always seems so enthusiastic. It's like he's happy, even though I know he can't be, because he is not relaxing. Maybe he's a different kind of happy. What if that's a better happy?
I tell him my suspicions. That I might want to move too. He is estatic. "Yes, yes!" he says, as
The light is blue, like the sun but not quite. There's a faint murmur in the background. Everyone else is happy, too. I can't see them, I can't really turn to look, but it's okay! I feel sleepy.
I'm back. How long have I been gone? I still can't move. It dosen't bother me. At least, I don't think it does. Why should it? What is, is. I love my life.
The others agree. I'm not sure how they're managing to speak out loud, I can't. But then, they hear me anyway, so maybe I don't have to. There's one voice who seems less happy than the others. He's very happy, but sometimes he's confused.
Sometimes he says he wants to be back on Earth, to see his friends. I laugh at him, we are friends now, it doesn't matter about the old ones.
He says he can't remember his name. He is so silly! That is what I name him: Sill. I'm not sure he likes that name, but it's the only one he's got, now. Sill tried to give me a name too, but I don't need one. I remember my name! At least, I could, if I wanted to.
Sill keeps trying to remember things. I don't understand it. He knows he had a cat, and a shiney red scooter. Every time he remembers something new, he gets so excited. It inspires him to look deeper into the past, search his memories. I wouldn't mind so much except he's trying to make me remember too. But I don't want to. Thinking too hard is making him restless. He doesn't want to just lie still and relax.
He should know that being peaceful is the most important thing.
But he doesn't know. Why not? Every one else does. Why can;t he just be normal. Why does he have to drag me into his delusions?
Now he's trying to move. Ha! Sill is completely mad. Moving has always being impossible, why should he be able to do something so outrageous.
Sill moved. Or so he says. It's probably just wishful thinking on his part. But what if he did? I keep thinking that I can remember moving now. I keep thinking that I want to move. That maybe I could.
He always seems so enthusiastic. It's like he's happy, even though I know he can't be, because he is not relaxing. Maybe he's a different kind of happy. What if that's a better happy?
I tell him my suspicions. That I might want to move too. He is estatic. "Yes, yes!" he says, as
