Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns in July
Setting fire to the sky
What was it about the darkness that kept me in it for so long? I honestly don't remember, but I do remember the first time I saw the light. I had been with my mother for quite some time now, and I don't remember much but drinking milk and staying close to her. What else could I do? I was young, vulnerable, and the only thing I had was my mother. As my mother told me later, my father was no where to be found, but that was not surprising. He was busy, I knew that, but he would come eventually, or at least I hoped. But that is another story.
My eyes had been coming open for the past couple of days, and one day, I was working on getting them open. It had taken me all morning so far, and I struggled. I wanted to see what was out there in the world, and I kept tiring myself out. I slept most of the afternoon away, and I woke up a time later. I could feel that sun disappearing, and I whined, making small squeaking noises. I was upset. I wouldn't let another day past my by without me seeing it. I moved my eyes all around, and at a point I felt like they were going to pop out of my head I was putting so much pressure on them. And suddenly, my eye lids moved, and there it was.
The World.
The first thing I saw was the sun setting on a hot day in my desert homeland. It was bright, brighter than I imagined, and I went back to darkness soon after seeing the light, but I could not stay away. The sun was the light in my life, and it always would be, guiding my days. But there was another that was more influential, and I loved her since I saw her for the first time. The Moon was a beauty that I would get to know better than the Sun, and she would always be my favorite. The thrill of seeing her out, shining in the darkness, was something that I couldn't have dreamed of. She was and would always be out of reach for me, but that was something I enjoyed about her.
But for now, I watched the sun set, my amber eyes reflecting it as I stared into the ball of flame. Mother would surly notice that my eyes were open, and in case she didn't, I squealed, even making a semi growling noise for effect. I wanted mama's attention, and I would get it.
"growling"
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