I’m typing. 

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.