Absence

Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren. Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes softly flickered. A thread of light shifted through the overcast clouds and chipped window pane, placing itself where someone had once been. Each step creaked the empty yellowed racecar bedstead which ached in loneliness, weakly reminiscing. Nothing is said, as superheroes lean against the bedframe and villains lay beside them. They keep their place, perhaps waiting for an end to the silence. I lay beside them, another still figure. Silent. Static. Hoping, foolishly, to escape this hollow world.