Free

I’m watching.

I’m typing again.

I hear it. It’s a need, a cry, a want. I shudder. 

“Up, up, uppie!”

She wants me. 

I lift her up in my lap.

I slowly feel my insides melt into gelatinous goo. I’m green, slimy, I’m nothing. I’m no one. I’m a giant mass of waste.

She wants me.

She wants everything I have.

I have nothing left to give her.

She jumps down from my lap.

I’m a pool of slime on the floor. I’m trying to lift myself up, but I keep slipping. I’m melting into the hardwood floor. 

I want to scream

Someone help me!

Lift me up.

Bring me back to life.

I can hear her crying. I can’t get up. I’m liquid. 

I’m nothing, I’m no one. 

I feel the anger surge like electricity through me, a pile of liquid on the floor. I’m glowing, electric. I’m rising up above the floor, above the crying, above the sounds. I’m charged, plus, minus, electricity emanating through my veins. 

I can feel.

Wings spread through the electricity. They are white, fluid, long, soft. 

I can breathe.

I will not escape this feeling. 

She cries louder. My wings spread and I float upward.

I am electric.

I am charged. 

I am someone. 

My wings flutter, and the room begins to spin. I’m spinning, the crying is louder. 

She rises up and meets me. 

We are electric together. She and I. I am terrified of her charge, her eyes.

She reaches her hand out and touches my wing. I breathe, and float downward.

My wings contract and I float down down down to the ground. 

I am curled up in a ball on the floor. She strokes my wings softly while I cry. She curls up beside me. Together we are calm. Together we are one. 

We fall into a deep comfortable sleep. 

There is silence.