After the Thud
I remember the most exciting day of my life like it was a week ago—well I guess it was. I was torn from my cardboard holding cell, my shining plastic shown bare to the world. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I stepped into the world feeling fresh and full. Nothing compares to the feeling of being held in someone’s hand for the first time—the rush, the sweet crackle, and deep exhale. All the juices moving around leaves me with a warm, funny tingle followed by a sense of emptiness, as if someone is sucking the life out of me. (If you’re thinking of a magical franchise—yes, it’s like those monsters.)
Since then it's been pretty mundane, jumping between hands, to sweaty pockets, to an unclean purse, to unwashed sheets that sometimes strangled me. They passed me around to friends like I meant nothing to them—what if….I am nothing?
That is until today. I have been feeling rather light recently and about an hour ago I heard a groan, followed by a tightening sensation in my throat but different than before. Like I was empty inside, so tired and with nothing left to give. I am now lying on a table facing a white ceiling; I’m not so polished anymore. I heard a familiar rustle, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an old friend—or at least I think so. Somehow they looked familiar.
Thud.
How long was I out? I woke up a few moments ago. I must have blacked out after hitting my head. Did they… drop me? It’s dark and a little lonely wherever I am. This is far from my first day—but unlike then, I strangely feel so free.