The idea for this fic came a little while ago, when my sister stole and hid both my glasses and contact lenses. Not fun. I got pretty upset, I mean, have you ever spent the entire evening holding a book 2 centimeters in front of your face?
Somehow, I got onto this. Enjoy.
Pretend
DISCLAIMER: Whaddya mean I'm not James Patterson?
Iggy POV
Sometimes, it's nice to pretend.
I'll just lie here with my eyes closed.
I'll pretend that…when I open them….
I'll be able to see.
Something.
Anyone.
Anything.
Just open my eyes and see.
I'll just lie here and pretend that, in a minute, I'll be able to go read a book.
Or draw a picture.
Watch some TV.
I'll just pretend.
I'll pretend that I know exactly what the Flock looks like. And that I know what this room looks like, and there's no chance I'll trip on something or walk into a wall.
Because it's easier than knowing what I will see.
Nothing.
Black emptiness.
I'll just lie here with my eyes closed and pretend.
And hope.
Because you never know.
And besides, it's nice to pretend.
So? Thanks for reading, and reviews would be appreciated.
Lotsa love,
Nicola.