I laid there, still and unmoved. Like the lifeless ragdoll you used to own 30 years ago. I wouldn't be able to tell you if I was sitting or not, my stifling body slumped against the comfort of this cool couch. Withered and emaciated. Hot against cold.
An oriental wall divider is positioned in the very center of the room; it stood there like the sun to its universe, overpowering and conquering. I could say I feel intimidated by this beautiful object. Its carvings of medieval Korea and bright colours against its dark, ebony milieu - I could almost reach out and touch it. Sometimes, I secretly wish I was just as beautiful.
On the other side of the wall divider, was the gateway to the sun. Windows. Everything illuminated on that side, however with the pleasant light and heat against the face of this fiercesome object, the side I laid wilted vibed dark and cold.
I felt paralysed, I couldn't move. I didn't want to move. I squinted these eyes of mine, and through blurry vision, I tried to peer through the cracks and spaces of the wall divider. I wanted to see the sun, and grasp it. Even if it was only a small ray of light.
I saw it, and instantly an overwhelming feel conquered my lifeless body. It jolted every nerve in my body, I moved even though I tried not to. So I asked the sun, "Please take me back to number 9"
I closed my eyes, and waited.
Vegas Skies by The Cab
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