I stared.
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I stared...
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I stared at the empty sky, hibernating to the smell and the touch of the grasses prickling me in my unclothed limbs and neck, right here in this meadow.
The sky was incredibly lonely, it was hollow, it was as if a broth simmering nothing; no meat, no veggies, just soup.
An incredibly bland clear soup.
3rd night of February should be full of glitters or full of shiny stuff as if scattered by some tiny creatures that are fascinated with humanity, or what "Anana" used to describe in her stories "Gughktans".
Now what happened to the sky, what happened to the big white circleish bread, the white crescent banana, and the sugar sparkles.
I grumbled then waited till the chirps of crickets and smell of animal feces found its way to my viewing bubble.
To my broken viewing bubble...
I stood up from my hibernation.
It was pretty dark I admit.
Without the guidance of the great white bread looming around the sky, the land was nothing; Just a shade of darkness.
I looked up and down, side to side, slightly pressing my clothes to see if I brought the glass lamp with me.
Unsurprisingly not...
Crap
It was a given, I thought, that if I had waited long enough then the great white bread would show up leading me the way home.
But not and instead what was left here was me and my broken dreams.
Only I and this shade of darkness.
Now let's see... It is just me. I've been around these parts for nearly a decade now.
It was really dark tonight.
Too dark like a fog overshadowed or consumed the entire light.
I can't see the houses or my village from atop this cliff, though this is the tallest one in the vicinity.
I grumbled and squinted for slightest clue.
The smell of animal feces is really bugging my nose so I should get going now.
Where though?
I asked myself.
A light crept below the cliff. It was flickering. Maybe because of the trees casting its shadow but that light was enough.
I saw it.
I rushed to it as if a moth drawn to a lamp.
I ran fast. Faster than a human child could run due to the slope. I was hungry. I haven't eaten anything yet. I haven't eaten Anana's soup dinner tonight yet. The big white bread didn't show up. And I was starving...
Hungry yet.
Hungry.
My body glided as I jumped, my feet ached from the pebbles and feces that I stepped.
My clothes tangled in the branches yet I didn't care.
I merely grumbled.
As that light was my hopeful return to the village.
Yet what came to me was that light was no village.
It is a singular lamp insect. Flying, hovering in the air, clinging to the branches as how it clung to its last breath. It was dying.
I pitied it
I gently scooped it from the branches to my arm then headed to the cliff. It was the only safe place right now that I could think of.
And right now, between me and this insect, I say we are both in bland predicament.
And I was hungry.
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I walked.