Beloved Alice, Our Human Sacrifices

by Deodatta

What could the small dream do, against the powerful will of the humans? Nearly everything, as long as they were unconscious. With this advantage, I will turn all of them against each other, and create a world all my own, where no one may forget me-!

Old OLLLDDDDD Fanfic, yo. Be warned.

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The sun never ceased to annoy me. It was slow paced, blindingly bright, and uncaring of people's privacy, which I felt was much like a snail, excluding the fact that snails were excruciatingly dull. I tried again to shut the curtains of my bedroom window, but the sun seemed to spread them back apart every time I attempted to shut its light away from my life. What a disturbing sun, thinking it could look inside my room just because it gave life to earth; judging by the chilly weather, it wasn't even doing a good job of heating it up either.

But there was something other than the aggravating sun pasted onto the back of my mind. There was something much more troubling lurking within the corners of my brain, and I looked around and sought after it. But it kept dodging away from my sight, burying itself inside the black, black shadows of my head. Suddenly frustrated, I ripped the curtains away from the metal frame of the window and instead boarded the window up with a random source of wood I grabbed from nearby. I sighed with relief for a moment, and then unexpectedly did the sun rise up again with flourish and sent its orange and yellow rays to seep through the boards' tiny cracks and holes. Anger welled up inside me, and I kicked the bedpost as hard as I could, trying to rid myself of aggravation.

The hit to one of the bedpost's legs didn't help my situation at all, giving me only a sore, stubbed toe. I started to grumble to myself about how strange and unfair life was beginning to seem, and sat down on the uncomfortable water bed, all the time searching for the fact that annoyed me so. I couldn't seem to find it no matter how hard I looked around.

Boredom settled over me, and I blew out my breath in front of me in an attempt to keep myself busy.

And then I realized something very important.

Yes, my existence was becoming ignored, just like how the white puff in front of me had dissipated into the air. That was probably what had irritated me for so long; I guess I was happy that it had annoyed me this far. But this fact only brought up more and more questions, not answers, and the biggest question of all was somewhere along the lines of: How can I make people notice me again?

I lay on the water bed with wonder filling my mind, and drifted off to a quiet sleep.