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Little Crimson Shards Of Glass Monologue

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Little Crimson Shards of Glass

In the beginning…

There were bright lights all around me. I could not see them then, but it seemed that I could always sense what was around me, be it light, color, sound, smell, heat, cold or a surfus touching me. I can not truly feel a change in temperature, more see, hear or touch, and yet I somehow am able to perceive the world outside of me and recreate it in my mind. And by this strange power of recreation I am able to feel the bright lights that shine on me, to smell the toxins in the air and to understand that I am surrounded by millions of beings, all of them so identical to me that as a body we are thinking the exact same things that I have narated to you.they too are having these same thoughts …show more content…

I was already dormant physically and after my non-existent heart had been broken, I had become nothing more than what I was thought to be: an inanimate object with not a drop of life inside. But that was about to change in just a few minutes. *Mom, look!* My senses were suddenly overwhelmed. There a loud sound, a strange scent and a creature's hand was touching me. The overwhelming amount of things happening at the same time had jarred me back out of my dullness and, purely out of habit, I had processed everything and made myself feel and hear it all. Then I was being lifted off my hook and into the air by the small hand. I sensed the child squealing with delight and the mother chiding them softly. Then, suddenly the hand slipped. I was released from the grasp of the child, into thin air. I only stayed there for a few seconds though, before I hit the ground. At first it was only the very tip of me, but at that very first touch something happened. Something extraordinary. I felt something. Not one of my illusions that I had created to make myself feel valid, but a real feeling. It was extraordinary. It spread thru the whole of me, seeming to tear me apart from the inside out. Then it was gone. I was laying on the floor of the shop, my whole self shattered into hundreds of

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