Even in this empty space I do not feel lonely. Because I'm not alone entirely. There exists another being besides me. It's a small,thin light bulb attached with a single cord to the ceiling. If I ever stand up I'd certainly feel it touch the top of my head.
That is the reason why I never stand. I'm not really fond of that thing. It may look harmless but just thinking about that god forsaken being makes my whole body tremble in disgust.
I'd like to believe I am created from darkness. I go haywire if I'm not engulfed by the darkness around me at all times. The darkness soothes me to sleep. It's the only way I know to live. That's how I feel the most alive.
The world I'm so familiar with and the place where I believe I belong, gets ripped apart when the bulb turns bright.Just thinking about the clicking noise I hear just before! Before the light turns on, it makes my skin crawl, my hair stand as if I've just been confronted with a man eating beast!
When the bulb is turned off it feels frail,weak, delicate even. It looks helpless as if It just lost to me.
" I just survived your wrath!"
I boast to it with pride. The darkness embrace me with such ecstasy and blinds my vision from looking at that wretched thing! Although I'm unable to look at the defeated look on the light bulb, I can feel it. I can feel the heat emitting from it even after its been turned off. The warmth is a defeated predator waiting to take its revenge.
I enjoy my rivalry with the light bulb. These are the few human emotions I still have left in me. Any sane man would bite of their own tongue under these circumstances.
" But why would I try to escape when this is how I know to be free?"