Days of Thorns-4

Morning of day 1:
There. Embeded in the flesh. The fleshy insides of my elbow crease. My nose, resting on my fourarm. Smelling the russet smell, of my own blood. I bit harder. Numbing hits my arm. My own venom trying to work on something already dead.

I'm watching the sun rise one the otherside of a tented window. Feeling the intence sun burn my retnas, then the vampire in me, healing it rapidly. Burning, healing. The golden sun's surface is worth it. I can never feel the warmth of it, but the sight of such uncontrolable light, is wonderous.

Its rays aren't told where to go, they hit the earth's surface, whatever it hits, it hits. No stopping, not even heavy tented glass. It's wild, and deadly to me.

As the sun rises and intensifies, I reach up and pull the cord to the blinds. Blinds, that's funny. The sun isn't blind. We're blinded from it. Never-the-less, I let the heavy thud of plastic hitting wood ring true to my ears. I was now blind. Blind to the sun. 





That Afternoon:
I'm still sitting here, staring at the blind. Watching shadows dance across the oposing surface. I've no clocks. Time is meaningless when you do nothing. Wait. I lied. I've just given a glance to my stove. Adornd with props of cooking, I'd forgotten these people now desided to put a clock on the dail control area. Bright green digital numbers flash back. 5:52. Twilight will be soon.






Twilight:
I've now fancied the amusment of a digital clock. I never realy noticed them. You were not able to tell when the minute would change, there wasn't a tracker for the passing secands. It was unpredictable. Unless you counted, but what fun would that be?





Midnight:
Time to do something.
I'll be back and tell you what I've done.
I also lifted the blinds.