Indigo Spring Comments

How I Wonder What You Are?
July 5th 1982

The moonlight trickled through the top of the window, little Leonid lay awake in bed long after all the lights in the house had been shut off. This always seemed to happen, well not always, it seemed to happen in phases. How often? Was it monthly? He didn't know he hadn't been keeping track. He just didn't need as much sleep as the average person. While the average person could get by with 6-8 hours, Leonid just needed 4-5. Some nights, if he had a really refreshing dream, he could go 2-3. He always knew he was different, not normal. Last year, he and his parents had gone on vacation to Las Vegas. He was not allowed to gamble as he was too young, but he was allowed to walk the casino floor. The place just felt wrong. It was hard to say what was wrong about it, the place just felt horrible. The weirdest part was no one else could feel what he felt. The badness, the way the lighting seem to turn everybody into a robot. They just walked around like machines shoving quarters into slots, exuding this green greed that seemed to emanate from the top of their head. He hugged his bankey tightly and put his thumb in his mouth. His bankey was a light blue blanket. Plus it had been washed so many times, it was down to a very faded aqua blue. He petted the faded aqua blue blanket, massaging it, it seemed to calm him, the softness, the color. From down the hall, he could hear his father snoring, as he stared up at the ceiling.
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