I have a shadow.
He leans in as I type, pointing out facts about life, asking me questions incessantly. I struggle not to react in annoyance, rescuing a precious fineliner from sticky fingers. Concentration dipping between two worlds, neither in one or the other.
He smothers his sister, unable to hold himself back from ‘rescuing’ things from her hands. She squawks as her independence is thwarted, invaded.
Silence is a threat to his demeanour. He hums, talks to no one in particular, body pulsing with untamed energy as he edges in closer.
The night holds his worst fear. Darkness failing to shroud the reality that he is solitary. The sound of another’s breathing a temporary cure to his pain.
I try to remove the layers and study the desire underneath.
He just wants to be seen.
This post is a part of a link up for Five Minute Friday, a community of fellow writers who write for 5 minutes every Friday together on a prompt.