Alone, All Alone, Don't Know Why, and I...It's Not Nice, Not Right Now.

It's not very happy, no, not at all, but it's c-cold, so very, very cold. Cold...is it Stygia? No, no, it can't be, I've already been there once befo...maybe we fell in, though, through that hole Cyrus made and into the pits of the Underworld, down, down, down...

It's cold.

It's cold.

Why is it so cold?

I can feel them, too, watching me, eyes wide shut, always watching, never stopping, always there, but never there--not when I need them most, because you left me, didn't you, you left and didn't look back, or you did, but you couldn't see, 'cause you couldn't open your eyes, could you, shut as they were--as they are, they are, they always are, always have been, always will be.

Blankets aren't working need...need...need something warm-making. To make me warm. I don--don't know, I don't know, it's just...so...hard.

Can't...why can't I focus?

Why is it so cold?

Watching me, but never seeing, I can feel it, I can feel it, and it's not right, not good, not sane--lurking in the shadows, slither, slither little ghosties, slide across the floor--but I can't go back there, no, I don't belong there, you do, not me, I...

I shouldn't've let the sun in, n-n-no, 'cause...'cause now it's gone and I, I can't, I can't see right, and I can't feel right, and I want to go home, homehomehome, but it's not home, really, is it, not anymore, is it?

Home.

Homeisacompositeofthethingsandpeoplethatloveyouandthey'regone.

Lots of them. They. They are not th--there. And I...am here. And...nonono, can't...need a blanket, blankets suffocate cold, and cold...cold isn't warm, and warm is good, so if I'm good I'll be warm, yes, I'll be warm. Warm, not like my brothers, swathed in silk in pieces,--blanketed with dirt and sometimes snow, and even though you'd think it's cold it's layers so it must be warm--or broken in a single line and covered in cotton, but...radiating. Like a star.

No, no, it's not right, I don't--I don't like this, foggy, too foggy, can't...can't remember things right, and I don't want...but I have to. She said I have to, so I'll go to bed, I'm in bed, have been, and I, I, I'll try to fall asleep, yes, because everything will be clearer in dreams, so much clearer.

I'm scared. Why is it so...so...alone, yes, that's it, alone, why is it lonel--no, alone? Why am I...I...

But she didn't tell me to sleep.

Can't...can't...

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I don't want to...go back...but...where else is there to be, and...I just...I want to understand, but it's too hard, and, and--can't get warm. Can't stay cold, either.

Have to let the sun in, have to...have to let...

Good morning, starshine, it's a brand...new...day.

Why is it so cold?

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