I wrote this story at Glory’s request, to give the song Muse-“Blackout” a well deserved frame.
I carried the little girl in my arms, towards the room that was now hers.
- I don’t want to go to bed, she pleaded. I don’t want to sleep. I am not tired.
- Babygirl … shhhhh. It’s ok, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.
The vivid dark eyes were wide open and her small body was shaking and trying to escape. Tears were starting to show up. I felt like I could hold her to me forever.
Take away all her fears with my stories. With the games we both made up for all the small chorus she could perform.
Her laughter filled my house, until the night fell. And then … always … it came to an end and she became more and more aware of the dreaded moment she would have to stay still.
- I’ll tell you more about the blue dragon, I smiled at her, while she continued squirming, but still gazing at me with hope.
- But I can’t see him now, there’s no blue outside anymore, she pouted.
- You can see him when you close your eyes, sweetie. You can see many, many things when you close your eyes.
- Really, really?
- You close your eyes and you’ll see for yourself.
- Nooooo. Mmmmm … I dont want to go in there, she whispered, gazing towards the door of the room.
- There are … too many people, and they won’t let me sleep.
- People, sweetie?
- Yes. They just stand there at first. And then they start laughing and laughing. And when I look at them, I can see they are crying on the inside. But they can’t stop laughing. They can’t stop … can’t … I can’t help them.
She was wailing.
I felt the anger flaring, and burning in my chest. I held her tight, that was all I could do.
She didn’t remember a thing. But when she took my hand and asked me if I am her daddy, she took hold of a long lost soul. I couldn’t lie to her, so I told her I didn’t remember either.
And until she’ll remember, I get the chance to build an island for her, made of stories, and days, and laughter, and dreams.
- Shhhhhhh. It’s ok. Everything will be alright. I’m here, sweetie.
I cradled and rocked the trembling and kicking body.
- You can sleep with me tonight. But you give me the start for a new story …
- I know, I know, she beamed, do you know who invented cherries? By the time she got to uttering “cherries” her voice was filled once again with curiousity.
- Uhm, let me think. Cherries … I don’t remember what those are …
- I know, I know, she squirmed to get down. And then ran to the kitchen, her voice fadding rapidly.
- Come on! I’ll show you!
On how to save one’s soul. Building islands, blue dragons and cherries.