User:Angelia Dark

The Grey

It always happens when you're home alone.

The sky is grey, overcast with clouds that may or may not pour down rain soon, and it happens like a dream. Like you woke up in a dream...or from a dream. It's something in between.

You suddenly realize that it's quiet; too quiet. Not even your breath is heard, not even your heartbeat. You look up from whatever it is you're doing, and look around. No matter how colorful your house is, everything is in a shade of grey, almost like there's a mist around everything. You look outside, and for some reason, there is nothing outside. There are houses and cars, but no people. No birds. No cats or dogs.

Nothing.

There is just you.

You stand and walk around the house. Your movements are slow and the sound of whatever you do is dulled.

You toy with the idea of stepping out of the house, but something in the back of your head reins you in. Not danger, but trepidation. That grey, hazy world that seems to be an extension of your own home, and even you. But your house is your sanctuary. It is quiet and lonely, oddly comforting. Only you are there. Only your thoughts, your needs, your wants, your actions. You are alone in this grey world. And that fact frightens you.

Underneath the comforting, calm blanket of solitude, you reach out fruitlessly for someone--ANYONE--else in this grey world. To hear an outside voice, to see an outside figure. Anyone...ANYTHING alive that will assure you that you're not alone in the entire world.

The longer you remain in the Grey, the duller the sounds become. The more numb your movements and feelings are. The quieter it becomes. The more the shades of grey seem to meld together, the misty haze enveloping around you, to where you almost cant breathe. Your mind become hazy and your psyche almost seems to accept this grey, nothingness fate.

Almost at the moment before you are consumed by the Grey, something happens. It varies. Someone comes home. Your phone rings. Someone knocks on the door. And almost in an instant, the haze lifts.

Color returns to the world.

Birds sing. Dogs bark. Insects chirp.

You absently wonder if it even happened at all....but one thing is certain... You wonder what would have happened if you had stayed in the Grey just one single moment longer.