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By JZK
The sun beams rays onto my bed. I let the light warm the hard skin of the knuckles on my hand. I raise it and play with the light letting the sun cascade on my fingers as they curl and stretch in a rhythmic movement. My love, so you have come to see me this morning again, have you? How bright the sun looks on the earth, I ponder. Brighter than I had imagined it.
As I raise myself from my pillow throwing the sheet toward the wall I fling my legs to the side of the bed. I gaze out the window as if in reassurance that in fact it was still there. Indeed, it was. It bathed the hard wooden floor and onto my bare legs, eating its way as if it could penetrate the iron barrier of my skin. Here, alone in my room, I guess I don't have to pretend to be someone else. I can be whom I really am when I'm with you. You show me your true colors so unconditionally whenever I'm with you, so why shouldn't I?
I felt this sudden urge to stand up and open that window that has been beckoning me to it since I awoke. I worked the sleep out of my eyes and ran my fingers through my bushy hair before I answered its calling. As I lifted the window open, the cool morning breeze chilled my bare arms and worked its way underneath my loose tank top.
I've waited so long just for a day where I could run on the beach my arms spread eagle as I scream out loud "I'm finally here, I made it to Earth!" While gazing at the light of the cascading sea maybe I could pretend that just for a moment that I can be just like them, so free and incognizant of it all. Do they stop to watch the seagulls squirreling over the shore or the clouds gathering for chaos? Maybe I can stay in this world among all those other people down there who laugh, play, and go about their conventional lives.
But, I can't. I cannot pretend that I didn't come from the dark emptiness of space and that this world is void of those who are crying, dying, scared, alone, and begging for their homes and lives to be spared. Then, just so they can go on pretending to be happy, they swear their allegiance to their tormentors.
But they don't pretend. That guy…Duo was his name, and that girl…Relena. They walk among them living like they do, talking like them. How can they do that? How can they? "I'm not involved", I remind myself. Because I'm not human and I'll never be. But my dear Earth, at least you'll always have me.