Alone in a Room With Nothing but Yourself (2)

I let myself be aroused in the color of light. Despite myself enjoying my sentimental thoughts, I wanted change. I don't think my mind has gotten used to the fact that I really am here forever. It left a huge burden on my heart, and my features grown heavy. My body functions seemingly just stopped.

A wet liquid rose down on my cheeks, it flapped on my eyelashes as I blinked. It landed on the floor with a 'plop.' The liquid created stains on the white surface.

My heart yearned for something real. All of this, just simply didn't feel real. I shut my eyes one last time, before awakening a long lasting sleep.

Just to be able to move freely, if I wake up, is enough for me already.

We really do take things for granted once we truly can't get it back.

Eyelids slowly flipped back up, I was in the same position, same place. For I don't know how many hours—or years. My pupils uncontrollably stared at my flimsy hands. All though it was a small movement, I was glad. My hands were slowly moving. After being paralyzed for whatever time passed, it would make anybody happy. I then looked at my other hand, and moved that one. Taking my time with each body part, I moved it making sure it could function smoothly.

I got my palms positioned, and put strain on my back and struggled to get up. After a while I successfully did, and raised my hands up. Although my own body still felt uneasy, this was a soulful moment for me. I stretched my arms, legs, neck and so many more.

I tried walking for the first time, I tripped a lot. I almost thought resorting to crawling. I gave one more try, and finally gotten the hang of it. I roamed around the never-ending room, and even saw my self soon running.

My large milky kinky hair bounced as I ran around. Naked feet danced around, I was enjoying myself. Soon later as I wandered around, I found myself an object. A round object, which reflected my appearance onto the mirror. The mirror had a gold frame with designs that were carved with a delicate hand. As I had not looked at myself for quite some time, this invention reminded me of it. A white rose accompanied with it. It was a simplistic but gorgeous rose.

Sleepless 'days' passed by, and the rose started to fall apart. Petals of the rose would fall apart at random times, and I did not know what it meant. I assumed that the rose was dying, but I had nothing to preserve it with so I just let it be. I kept onto the mirror, more like clinging onto it. It was the only object striving me onto the hope of reality.

The day came where the last petal flew by and dissolved under the light. Only the prickly green stem were left. When staring at the dead flower, I realized that I had not eaten, or did anything a human did for its body to survive. It unsettled me a bit, but got soon rid of the feeling. I dropped the flower as it was useless to me now.

Something that I had not realized would ever happened, just did.

Just as the flower fell in compact with the ground, a collision happened between this world and the light at the end of the tunnel. This binding light of a world started to shake, my vision swirled as I tumbled. The once smooth marble ground, started to be filled with cracks.

A view of the void below was the last thing I saw.