Dancing, prancing…as I read those menacing words in the text, I realized the pain. The black murmur hidden in my mind is now wide awake, squirming, yet with a calm posture, like the sound of page turning. Mild. Ruffle. Soothing. Scratch, the page breaks.

I knelled down and gather the dust from the pages, softly in my hand. I threw it into the wind. Hopeful transition. Perplexed. Behind me was the shadow, reading, glancing cautiously at the text, those menacing text. Hopeful. I felt the pain again and wanted to leave, far, far away from this room.