[ To open them is to reawaken to nightmare. He cannot help his cowardice, to wish to remain shielded from them in the dark even a few moments longer. Cradled in his ignorance, swaddled in fear that acts as a buffer to push out thoughts of his responsibility, what he knows he has to do. His breaths come too fast, gulping in air— he can hear again, too. He hears his own breathing, loud in the cavernous theater. ]
Re: THE PUPPET THEATER
Re: THE PUPPET THEATER
echoing
and eventually, slows before dying out ]
Re: THE PUPPET THEATER
he heads for the center ]