Golden Nights

The wall stares back at me. A striped pattern moves from one corner of the room to the other; light hues of green and white blend at each end. The stripes are only visible at the center. A light sits in between the two corners of the wall. It flashes pulses of light; the bulb is broken. Each pulse brings a new shadow upon the wall. The room is filled with people. Some faces are familiar; others are unknown. I clutch the bottle and throw my head back.

The wall stares back at me. I clutch the couch, a shiver rolls up my spine. The light pulses again displaying hues of white and green. The stripes are only visible at the center. The light in between the corners of the wall flashes a familiar shadow. I greet her; she returns the favor. The room is filled with people. I clutch the bottle and throw my head back.

The wall stares back at me. I clutch the couch, a pulse runs through my fingers. I look down through the bottle into the bottom. It is distorted. I laugh. The light pulses again displaying hues of white and green. The stripes are only visible at the center. The familiar shadow is now at my side, laughing and tugging at my sleeve. The light pulses again. I grab her hand. I close my eyes as my head fades back.

The wall stares back at me. Numbness flows through my eyes. The light pulses again displaying hues of white and green. The stripes are only visible in the corners. My eyes trace them from corner to corner but they get lost in the middle. Shadows fill the room then vanish - I only see the stripes. The light pulses again. I look down through the bottle. My hand is so big on the bottom. I laugh. I stand up but a hand from below me pulls me back. I laugh; she laughs. My eyes follow the stripes to the top of the wall. The ceiling is so white. I close my eyes.

The wall laughs at me. Whose hand is that? I laugh. The light pulses again, the stripes are all one for a second and then fan out across the wall. I look down at the bottle. I laugh. The shadows are now running across the room. I cannot focus on a single individual, but they are all familiar. I look to my side. Her eyes are closed. I laugh. I stand up. The shadows are so close now; the light is so close. I reach out. A pulse of light blinds me. Darkness, the pulses stop. My hand is red now, I bend over to pick up the parts of it on the floor. The stripes are so close now. I laugh. The pulses run from the carpet to the ceiling. The ceiling is so white. My eyes close.

The wall mocks me. The couch is so far. She sits so silent. I laugh. The carpet is so soft against my hands. I put one hand in front of the other. The bottle is lost. The couch is so white, so soft. My eyes are so heavy now, the shadows and pulses are gone. Voices form a solid line and then fan out. I laugh. My eyes are so heavy. The ceiling is so white. My eyes close.

-mattpower

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"mattpower reserves the right to be the only power"

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