THE FIFTH SENSE
Chapter 3 - "That Something To Hold On To"
all she wants in a little piece of this dream
is that too much to ask?
with a safe home and a warm bed
on a quiet little street
all she wants is just that something to hold on to
that's all she needs
They say that touch is the most important of all the human senses. Babies who aren't held enough grow up to be emotionally stunted rapists or killers. The mere act of stroking a dog or cat brings smiles to the faces of the lonely, think what human arms around them would do.
There's something in that, I think. Something in feeling the warmth of the skin, the way it moves and covers the fragile life within. Lying still, hearing someone's breath with your ear to their chest; hearing their laughter sound before it even finds air to carry it. The steady rhythm of the heart that echoes throughout the body in the veins; down through the legs, at the wrists, in the hollow of the neck. Life. Life is touch. The most extreme isolation is being surrounded by people but being unable to feel them.
I see the looks the others give me sometimes. Poor little Rogue, can't touch anybody.
If only they knew.
I have discovered something. I wonder if I'm the first, or if- because of my power- I'm just more acutely aware of it than most people. Touch doesn't require touch. There it is, the ultimate truth of the universe, and I'd like to see somebody add it up to 42. Anybody could dispute me I suppose, but I guess they've never had Bobby nudge them with his eyes from across the room telling them to get ready for whatever mayhem he's cooked up for today. They've never walked into a classroom with Ms. Munroe and had her hug them with her smile. They've never had Logan stand right next to them in that way that seems to say there's nothing more important in the world than him being right there, right then, right with you.
Some people hate their powers, hate being a mutant. I suppose I did, still do sometimes. But you know what I hate more? Being abducted by a psychopath. Seeing my friends get hurt. Having to live on guard because it might happen again. Yeah, I guess that happens because I'm a mutant, but not really. Perfectly normal people get abducted and killed. Raped, which I guess can't happen to me- one plus side to the way things are.
On one hand we all dream of that perfect world where everything is exactly the way it should be. On the other hand we all have to live in this world. I try not to let the one interfere with the other too often. But we all needs our dreams, right?
yeah, oh, yeah
falling into this
in dreams we run away...
yeah, falling in
I feel I'm falling in
to this again