Pitch-Black


Pitch-Black

The crackle of the fire sends feelings of nostalgia echoing down the corridors of my mind
The comforting warmth engulfs and soothes, allowing for only a minute to breathe
Before my eyes shut slowly yet forcefully, carrying me to a world far beyond my life
It is dark, very dark, although it does not scare me
Strange!
As in life the darkness of the shadows is something that embodies fear
Here, the opposite does occur. I am happy
Happy with the pitch-black embodiment of the keeper of the night
The darkness feels safe and familiar. The crackle still sounds through the rabbit hole
I want to venture further into this world but something pulls me back, a slight coldness
It doesn't scare me but does alarm me somewhat. Enough so to pull me back to the couch
I'm back from the adventure
The fire has died and the room sings with an icy chill
The crackle replaced with silence and my breathe is visible to anyone who cares to gaze
Nobody is here but I do not feel lonely
Alone but definitely not lonely
I stoke at the ambers, hoping to rekindle the relationship but it is too late
I guess it's time for bed.

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