/lit/ - Literature

While near the light above the ladder I could hear a few laughs down below. "What happened?" I asked aloud though there was no one to answer. I tried vainly to stretch myself enough to caught at least a glimpse of what was happening down there, take a look to the fancy dresses that women wear with pride and .
The laughter grew bigger and I could hear a few hands clapping here and there behind the noisy laughter. Maybe someone was telling funny jokes? I wished I could hear them too but from where I stood the voice of the speaker sounded faint enough to be covered by the constant talk of the audience.
"You're done. Come back" said a voice in my left ear. The lights grew dim and I was overcasted by the night.
Now I did tried to get up and walk, and I swear I tried as hard as I could but I couldn't do despite of my efforts. There was nothing wrong with my legs and it seemed it was rather my brain. I may have not walked, but my shadow projected by the dim lights still glowing behind me moved indeed as I wanted to.
I spent some time, minutes or maybe hours playing with my shadow in this curious game I just discoverd. I'm unaware of how it happened and because of that I was certainly impressed and even if scared probably a bit amused.

But I'm afraid that it was harder to move as the time passed by. My shadow still moved, but only after a great effort like if I were to experience the effort lifting weights by merely moving my arm.

After a while, all control was lost. I could move my body, or what seemed more like watching my body move, while my shadow stood still.

After walking aimlessly for a while like re-discovering my body I heard someone call for me. I should go back to work, I should have done it way before now. If I could move by my own will I may have went after they called for me, but now I was just dancing on the bridge with a smile on my face and giggles and giggles, so much that people may think I was there happy for nothing and playing like a kid.

The light below shined as never, and how attractive it was I remember well since the calls for my being came from the very darkness below the iron ladder. Next thing I new I was staring at the ground, which came closer and closer for a time that could have been an eternity.

Nobody noticed, and when they did everybody laughed. He fell, his brain spilled all over the fun like a woman bleeding sea.

My drink was warm by then, the curtains closed and everybody clappped. That was another night in the celebricity.