Heart's Eternal Carnival
"The heart is too restless at night for one to fall into a much-needed slumber."
He cannot sleep. Closing his eyes, and blocking out the light does not help a bit. The soft glow of the lantern showers the whole room, as he lights it up. The sound of his own footsteps against the wooden floor echoes around and sounds like rain.
At the midst of the night, he sits at the table staring at the lantern. He should've been on his soft white bed, warm and comfy, under a beige-colored blanket. The stars twinkled in the night, and the moon gave light to those who didn't have any. His eyes drooped, and he stifled a yawn, yet inside his heart, he was restless. There was a carnival inside, with all their bright lights and creepy clowns. Yelling, laughing, and crying, along with many other sounds.
Step, step. He hears someone approaching in the dark night, when everyone bid farewell to the harsh and cruel reality, settling inside their happy dreams, where poverty was unheard of, and so was slavery and murder.
There are no sounds exchanged between who shows up at his door and he, he knows who it is when he sees a sudden flash of green short hair. The only sign of acknowledging the presence of the other human was a slight turn of the head in the door's direction. A nod, and a quiet grunt replies him. The other sits at the small wooden table, cupping his chin in his hand, and then staring at the small golden light that sits in the middle.
"Can't sleep?"
A nod.
The former silence returns. At night, the two don't share half-hearted kicks and swings of a metal blade. They share silence and they share the same carnival. A carnival that cannot be found in the day, where the sun smiles upon everyone, a happiness at dark. When there is no light, and the sun has gone to rest, a party appears. Loud, booming, yet quiet.
At night, is when they understand and enjoy being with each other, where the sun is not there shining on them. They wear masks of hate and loathing under the hot sun, but under the cool breeze of the night, they take them off.
They laugh and play, at the carnival in their hearts silently, playing games, watching shows. Talking to clowns, eating popcorn, chugging down soda, all softly in their hearts.
When it strikes midnight, they go to rest, on a silk bed with the same beige-colored blanket, blowing out the lantern, closing down the carnival.
When they wake, they put on their colored masks, and say good bye to the lively carnival in the deep dark green woods in their hearts.
When they wake, it is filled with a scream, a yell of,
"Why the hell are you in my bed, you shitty marimo!?"
A/N: A little idea that I had in my head. Stumbled across it when I was looking for something, and decided to finish it up. :3