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Pillow Fort (Title)
I try to think
I try to think of how I was as a little boy
I try to think of why I was happy then
I try to think of why I am not now
I try to think of what I could do to be like a child again
I try to think that if I were like a child, I would be happy again
I thought of the answer to my question
I thought it was to do what I did as a child
I thought that was to build a fort
I thought building it like when I was six would make me happy
I tried to build the fort out of memory
I tried to build it so I would be happy again
I tried to build it, but I failed
I felt the pillow in my hand
I felt a tear run down my face. Warm, salty, familiar
I felt anger as I built the fort and felt nothing. No joy, no happiness, just emptyness
I saw the feathers fly out of the pillow as I threw it against the wall
I saw the feathers soar across my room, the wind from the fan blowing them higher
I saw them land and die
I saw myself as a feather
I saw myself die
I was cold
I was silent
I was dead
No one was there
No one cared
No one cared