"Where did we get this? It's so ugly. Andy doesn't need this clogging up space anymore,"
I am in a black world of stars. The universe surrounds me and incapacitates me. I am exhausted but I am all. Who needs movement when you can have sight of all that moves?
I look up and my hair gently presses against stars and planets that lurk above me. They were not supposed to be there so they will go elsewhere. Maybe they will cease to exist, their souls flickering out as though they were never physically there in the first place but their beams of light outstretching to the furthest galaxies miniscule to even my eyes. They were here.
There are more worlds above me, little lives my hair did not move. I want to reach out and grab them. One shines the brightest, or maybe just in my eyes, but it is the stars that do not have much life left to give that attract me. These are the forgotten, nameless stars, and I want to reach out and pull them closer to me and My star. Maybe I want to empower them so that they will shine as bright as the others, or maybe I just want to comfort them, or to comfort myself. If their light embraces My star then even if My star dies it will leave an imprint, won't it?
Snake and Robot watched from their space on top of the TV as Andy's mom chucked away old, battered stuff, and hoped they did not class as old and battered. It was a relative discomfort to see her gladly pick up Troll and chuck it into the garbage sack, but Troll had changed in the recent years.
Every star save one is gone. I am left with only one, My star, and it shines brighter than ever before, it is strong. This one star prevails over every challenge it is confronted with. It is the one star I now look up to.
It shines even fiercer, until I realise it isn't shining anymore. It's burning. And it's burning in a pink inferno, one that perhaps devours all it comes across, so I start to think, maybe those other stars didn't disappear. Maybe they didn't fade out. Maybe the inferno scared them away. A logical response.
How did this ruinous inferno begin? It couldn't have started this way. Surely there was a time when its effects were minimal, perhaps a time when it could have been saved. A time when it wanted to be saved.
Nothing lives forever though, and even that blaze has had its day. Like all else, the blackness and the dark that surrounds me bites and claws at the inferno, and I feel myself too falling into a deep slumber, but it is a hot slumber and my hair is frayed. Maybe things could have turned out differently. Maybe My star could have shined at all.
Everybody noticed that Troll was gone, but nobody said anything, and maybe some actually cared, but Andy certainly didn't.