IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!
Vecteezy
It gnawed at my innards in the middle of the night,
forcing me to keep awake, my eyes staring as if they had been prised open with
matchsticks. The shudder of the curtain in the translucent light that streamed
in faintly through the window, accompanied by the sigh of the material scraping along the frame, made me shudder in empathy. Was it midnight yet, or the
witching hour of 3 am, when shadows loomed and phantoms danced with their own
rhythm? Who or what was the monster that kept me awake all night as I
desperately counted sheep and did exercises to ease my aching muscles?
The silence of the night grew unbearably loud as all
kinds of dreadful thoughts whizzed through my mind. What if I had lost my
powers? Powers that had made me different from all others… powers that I had
honed from a young age! I felt like Superman would have felt had he been
subjected to Kryptonite – innervated and powerless!
The moon beams streaming in seemed to mock at me. “Lost your
power, have you? What will you do now?” they whispered eerily. I pulled the
soft duvet over my head trying to shut their whispers out. Please, please, let
this be a nightmare, my mind screamed soundlessly.
At 4 am, I threw off the duvet, and sat up, my mind made
up. I padded across the room, making my way to the kitchen cupboard where a
packet of Lays chips lay, winking at me in the dim light. Grabbing a bottle of
water along with the chips, I crept back to my room, taking care not to wake up
my parents. My mother would be incensed if she saw me snacking at night. I
would have to replace the packet of Lays; she counted every packet that lay
within the larder as though it contained gems. Along with the generous quantity
of air within as well!
As I crunched on the chips (no one can eat just one!), I felt a cold lick on my ankle. I looked into the imploring eyes of our adorable Labrador, Sterling, who could sleep through the noisiest thunderstorm, but could sense the crunch of a crisp chip from a mile away. He grinned at me, tongue lolling out, and my treacherous heart melted at the expression in his limpid brown eyes.
In five minutes, the packet was empty and both of us pleasantly full. Sterling went back to the corner from where he had emerged, having lost interest in sitting by me. The study lamp flickered for a split second, went out and came on again. A sudden calm came over me. I could sense a surge in my sagging spirits. It was the moment I had been praying for.
I pulled out a blank sheet of paper from the drawer of
the desk, and arranged my set of coloured pens alongside it. Sterling cocked
his head, and sauntered back to my side. A gulp of water, a pat on Sterling’s
soft head, and my mind kick-started itself. My superpower was on its way back,
thank the Lord!
As ideas crowded my brain, I picked up my favourite
turquoise blue pen, my signature colour, and scribbled a few words on the blank
sheet… pretty, turquoise blue gem like drops that pirouetted their way across
the pristine page –
…and that’s when I knew I was writing again.
Mountain of Ink
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