I Am - Chapter 2
The thing outside seemed to be much less threatening now. His new shining spot of hope had taken that threat away, and he was very glad for it. He began to create more of these. At least, he assumed he was creating them, because he could always feel a little ache right before one appeared. He realized now that the feeling wasn't so bad after all. Perhaps the first one had been the worst, like a muscle that aches when it hasn't been used in a long time. He had no way of knowing this, however, because he didn't have any muscles.
His stars were appearing all around him, keeping him company in the big emptiness, which is what he now knew the thing outside was. When there was nothing to compare himself to in the emptiness, it had covered him like a blanket and he felt claustrophobic. Now that he could find a frame of reference, he realized that he must be floating out in emptiness. There was a void as far as he could see, and even beyond- past all he could imagine.
Suddenly the feeling of suffocation left him, and he became instantly lonely. He felt another ache (strong, like the first time), and his being began to take form. He realized that this ache was a feeling of want. He was reaching for his stars, as if he thought that they would somehow run away. What was he reaching with? He could not tell, but he felt the ache starting to stretch farther away from his self, in two long bands. Then the bands began to split, with five extensions on each one, reaching for every star. I'll call these my hands, he thought. Just then, the ache vanished, like before, and he could see his new arms and hands stretching to the stars. They were glowing, like the rest of his self, with a light brighter even than the stars he was reaching for.
With his new hands, he reached out and felt his stars. They were warm, and he thought that they must be burning with the ache that left him when they were created. He did not feel weaker after creating them, though, and he realized that this must be the power he had sensed in his self from the beginning- the power to create.
His stars were appearing all around him, keeping him company in the big emptiness, which is what he now knew the thing outside was. When there was nothing to compare himself to in the emptiness, it had covered him like a blanket and he felt claustrophobic. Now that he could find a frame of reference, he realized that he must be floating out in emptiness. There was a void as far as he could see, and even beyond- past all he could imagine.
Suddenly the feeling of suffocation left him, and he became instantly lonely. He felt another ache (strong, like the first time), and his being began to take form. He realized that this ache was a feeling of want. He was reaching for his stars, as if he thought that they would somehow run away. What was he reaching with? He could not tell, but he felt the ache starting to stretch farther away from his self, in two long bands. Then the bands began to split, with five extensions on each one, reaching for every star. I'll call these my hands, he thought. Just then, the ache vanished, like before, and he could see his new arms and hands stretching to the stars. They were glowing, like the rest of his self, with a light brighter even than the stars he was reaching for.
With his new hands, he reached out and felt his stars. They were warm, and he thought that they must be burning with the ache that left him when they were created. He did not feel weaker after creating them, though, and he realized that this must be the power he had sensed in his self from the beginning- the power to create.
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