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I built a house today. I found places for walls and plumbing and electric, I put a staircase here and a bedroom there. I put a roof on the top, with a little chimney. I struggled with where to put doors, and I had a little laugh as I entertained the idea of not having doors at all. In the end, I knew it didn’t solve anything, but I felt accomplished.
In a few hours, it won’t matter. The sun will rise, and any concern for illumination will be former and forgotten. This prison of darkness however, even in its temporary form, fills me with uncertainty. The hours between now and dawn are fraught with terrible things, even if they exist only between my ears. If I could only find a candle, or a flashlight… Perhaps that would be enough. I could huddle around it and find my way until the batteries die or the wax runs out.
But I can’t. I can’t even sleep. I can only sit alone in the dark, and wait for the light to come.
It’s shiny and new. I don’t want to put it in my pocket with the riffraff, I don’t even want the oils in my hand to disturb its splendor. If I only had a case or a box for it, I could preserve it’s magnificence. In time, regardless of my actions, it will become worn. It will become scratched and nicked and faded and tarnished. Some of it I will remember, some I will forget. The time that I pulled it from my pocket and placed it on my dresser, or the time it fell through a hole and I thought I had lost it. I’ll always remember this moment though. This time when it was shiny and new.
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