Wall
I remember the time I
sat at the edge of my bed. My vanity was located in front of me. It had a
mirror. I would usually look at myself in it while sitting at the edge of my
bed but I was engrossed by the wall. I stared at it blankly while sitting
at the edge: the black light bulb burned it my mind. I felt the heat so
intense, it must have made its way towards my face. My breath seemed to get
stuck while rising from my stiff throat. It might have been my nose that made
my throat squeeze itself tight. It had the job to catch the liquid before it
ran downwards.
If the occasion was right, emotional tears ran
from my eyes and I have to ask why. Humans are the only species that manifest
its sadness through the act of shedding tears. Protein, mucus, oils, and water
combine to make a tear drop from my eyes and I have to ask why. Is there an
answer? Is just the way things work or the way things are?
My question was
answered with silence. Not a sound did that wall make: as silent as the
emotional fall. So silent I couldn’t stop that fall. I sat there with my hand
by my side and my grip grasping on to the mattress. I had to sit close to the
edge so that my feet could lay flat on the carpet floor.
A white light bulb
went off in my head. I remembered something important and I felt the urge to acquire
more information. I saw my reflection on the mirror. I wiped the moist from my
face and waited for the temperature to regulate. I got up from the edge of my
bed and walked towards the mirror. I needed a closer view before walking out of
the room.
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