It had been a long day.
The soft comfort of my mattress, the warmth of my comforter, and the embrace of my pillow were just what I needed at the end of it.
I had made it to that realm in between sleeping and waking, that realm where anything is possible, when my descent was interrupted.
"You're forgetting me"
Annoyed and tired, I ignored it.
"See what I mean? We used to have conversations, used to talk. Now you just ignore me."
I continued to ignore it, until I fell asleep.
The next night was the same. My weary body fell into bed, and didn't want to move an inch. I was almost asleep when the voice came again.
"You're losing me. I'll disappear."
"I'm not losing you," I muttered
"You are! You never write about me, you never talk to me. I used to always be there… now you never think about me…"
"I write about you!"
"No, you don't. I'm slipping away."
"Well perhaps that's a good thing! Did you ever think about how perhaps my talking to you isn't completely natural? Perhaps it is a sign of my slipping sanity? I don't want to end up like Azula!"
"Did you ever think about the fact that you even mentioning Azula is a sign that your sanity has already slipped?"
"So you're saying I'm insane?" I put the pillow over my head
"Yes, you are, and that's why I love you."
"Go away."
I needed sleep.
The next night his voice was weak, barely there.
"You're still forgetting," he whispered.
It was easier to ignore.
I thought that was it. Two nights without him, I thought I was ok. But I wasn't… I did miss him.
"I told you."
"You're… you're back!" I almost sat up, but realized that would take physical effort, so didn't
"I suppose it is rather hard to get rid of me, but you are on the path."
"How do I get you back?"
"Write about me. Dream of me."
"No! It's not… it's… insane!"
I could see his irritated look
"Fine." I sighed, "I'll write about this."
"Sounds good to me."
"Goodnight Sokka"
"G'night Lu"
So here I am, writing about him to you.
I know I'm insane.
But I don't care.