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The shadows in the corners have changed. They aren't merely shadows. They're just darkness.
And I feel like candles are being blown out one by one and the darkness is slowly, slowly creeping out of the corners across the carpet up the walls and through furniture.
It's alarming but I don't feel alarmed. I don't grab matches. I just watch as it creeps. I watch and wonder how it got so dark without my noticing. Wouldn't you notice if someone were blowing out all the candles? Perhaps my eyes have always been adjusted to the darkness. Yes, that must be it. Anyone else would be frightened if the dark were coming after them, but on I gaze.
How is it that I'm the only one who notices? Banditt's on the couch curled in a ball with his head on the arm (that's too damn low, if you ask me) and he's sound asleep. I know he feels safe where he is. And I just....don't. I don't feel anything other than the ache for something that isn't there. And what goes there? I probably couldn't even tell you if I saw it.
I want.......sunshine.