15 Years Later

After the light went out, I held onto the only thing I could remember: the red swirl that was on the ceiling. I may have omitted the red and made it white in my head though. I was sick of seeing red. I'm also starting to tire of black. It's not that it's a bad color. I like it. It's dark and mysterious. What I don't like is that I can't see anything other than it. Being unable to see in anything but red blobs was annoying, but being unable to see anything at all is torment.

During this time of blackness, I've had time to sort my thoughts and figure everything out. That isn't to say I understood what was going on. That would be a big fat no. I just knew my ups from downs and sorted through every thought I could think of. Currently I knew all my colors among other things, even if I hadn't seen them before. My head supplied the image and from there I'd think, "Oh, so that's what it is."

I've also been dreaming a lot—mostly about this world of technology. I've been learning all sorts of things from the dreams like what a tree and car is and how neither should ever meet each other. If they do though, the result is a very painful death. I've had that dream the most. Other things I often dream about are blue teddy bears and zombies. I hate zombies.

There is a dream I recall that liked a lot though. It was about a boy with yellow hair. I can't remember much other than feeling really happy when seeing the boy grin. What was weird though was that everything I saw about him was inside a box. Later on I figured out he was a TV show. Still, that dream kept me happy for a while.

Keeping on that topic, a lot of my favorite dreams had something to do with what was playing on TV. There was one with a red headed mermaid. For some reason, I didn't hate her red hair as much as I thought I would. I expected it to be there and if it wasn't it would have been weird. Another TV dream was about a factory full of candy and midgets that sung. Another with a man made of red and gold iron that flew around shooting things with light rays. Another was about someone becoming Santa Clause. The list could keep going on.

My fondest dream was the one I had of a boy, much older than me. I could never see his face, it was blurred out, but I remember the name Bradly popped up a lot. We often watched the TV show about the blonde haired kid. I think that's why I liked those dreams the best.

Back to the matter at hand, from what I could tell, I had been dumped off without a diaper change in a black room. Not only could I not move at all, but I was bored. Oh so bored. I don't know how long I've been in here. I think my sense of time is off, but I swear it feels like a year had passed, maybe more (a lot more). I'd been passing time by gathering thoughts and dreaming, but I think I've officially thought of everything. I even counted the first hundred numbers of pi. It's 3.141592653 58979323846 26433832795028841 971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679 by the way. I have no idea how I know it or what it is other than it has to deal with math, but repeating it clears my head and passes time.

I tried to make mouthing noises or speak this English I kept thinking about. Of course, I wasn't able to because I couldn't move whatsoever, but that didn't mean I didn't try. I spent what felt like the first year trying to move. After that I switched to dreaming, then thinking about what I dreamt, and for the last year I've thought of killing zombies.

Yup, I've been thinking about killing zombies for the last year. I just don't like them. One time, after I had a dream about the creepy things, I thought, "Why couldn't they all just die?" Of course they were already dead, but I wanted them to die correctly. After that I just started thinking of ways to kill the already dead zombies. It is highly entertaining and I haven't run out of ways yet so it's keeping my mind occupied. My mental self is very proficient with a knife. She's also not bad with a bow, but I digress.

I was currently thinking of jabbing a knife through a zombie's throat when a sudden click was heard. I unfroze. I felt myself move, the loosening of muscle, and my mouth gaped. The blackness which I had become so familiar with was suddenly red with a glowing swirl, one I remembered from long ago. Another slam and loud footsteps were heard and I squealed with joy. YES! There was no more silence and there was a person coming towards me that would hopefully change my really old diaper.

Oh, and the person was a yellow blob. Not red.

Best day ever.