My Shadow

In the morning of 2039, I see many things, know many memories and it all leads to feed my thirst for knowledge of the world I live in. My shadow will never leave me even when I sleep soundly in my bed, but that’s okay since the shadow is only a part of me. No person has a perfect persona or attitude about them. Everyone gets old, gains, loses, loves, and withers away into the ground. It’s natural to also fear this fate for some people don’t see any good in themselves, or denies themselves for so long they grow numb. I normally go to work and do what I have to in order to keep my real job just like every other “outstanding” citizen strives to do. I would still smile to myself and get lost in my mind during the occasional breaks I give myself.

It never stops the gentle nagging in my mind. A tiny voice in my brain that still survives even after all the mental and physical work hell that is required of everyone to perform. My fingers twitch on occasion, my mind flaring to life with a spitball of ideas to perform, and the calming aura that washes over me, feeling my mind break loose from its chains. Many figureless shadows were pictured in my mind. Several conversations play out, in many different scenarios pops into existence constantly. Some are simple. Some are complicated. It all stems from the buzz in my head, the faint urge to do something, anything, to satiate the entity with my creativity.

The urge would be weaker or stronger depending on what is happening around me, but the presence would never leave me. Even with all of this going on in my head, work has to be done. Even if my brain screams to let my ideas be expanded upon. Deep inside, however, I know that my time on Earth won’t last. Just one more day. One more hour. Maybe I can bare the burden at hand a little longer.

I glance to my right laying on a bed hearing the soft beat of my lively pulse. My frail body musters all its strength just to keep my eyes open. I gaze at the room around me. I had woken up earlier than normal today in my retirement home. The CPAP machine and the heart monitor were the only things making real noise to my ears. It filled the air with peaceful ease that seemed almost impossible to obtain any other way. The monitor slowed down. My gaze direct itself toward the window filtering the moonlight that was bright for a day like today. I looked to my left to glance at the shadow the moonlight made. A soothing urge took over me. I felt ready to go. I could see the shallow breathing in my shadow.

I have fought against the currents of time for long enough. I could feel my shadow embrace me smiling down at my fragile body. I did all that I could do in my short time. I finally close my eyes again letting my shadow return to its position. The monitor slowed rapidly. My final breath escaped me as an image of my shadow formed. It smiled holding out its hand to me. It is time to go home now. I took its hand walking off in the emptiness around me hearing the soft winds blowing out the nearby window.