Fiction Friday - 18 July 2008
This Week's Theme: Pick a character who loves the dark, and tell us why. Avoid the obvious choices: stealth, monsters, sex, and anything else you immediately thought of.
It's easy to pretend.
There is no hiding in the light of day. We all must accept who we are, what we are. Everything is exposed. Until the night. As shadow lengthen, the sky darkens, and stars begin to shine. A calm serenity descends, as the world winds down to rest.
Rest. Sleep, perchance to dream? That is the pretence. When the dark comes, the dreams may begin, the only place where we may each be all that we could ever hope. In our own realms, the places where we are in control, we are kings. We are gods. We are free.
The mundane worries of our lives, the troubles and doubts melt away. We seize the moment, become who we wish to be, do what we wish to do, say what we wish to say.
And so I walk through the days as if in a dream, allowing events to wash over me, pass me by, an observer. I crave the night, the security of dreams.
The liberty of night.
It's easy to pretend.
There is no hiding in the light of day. We all must accept who we are, what we are. Everything is exposed. Until the night. As shadow lengthen, the sky darkens, and stars begin to shine. A calm serenity descends, as the world winds down to rest.
Rest. Sleep, perchance to dream? That is the pretence. When the dark comes, the dreams may begin, the only place where we may each be all that we could ever hope. In our own realms, the places where we are in control, we are kings. We are gods. We are free.
The mundane worries of our lives, the troubles and doubts melt away. We seize the moment, become who we wish to be, do what we wish to do, say what we wish to say.
And so I walk through the days as if in a dream, allowing events to wash over me, pass me by, an observer. I crave the night, the security of dreams.
The liberty of night.
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