It was early in the morning. She hadn't slept. White coat was upon her shoulders, as she looked over sheet after sheet. There were even photographs. Some might have assumed a number of things. For the first time in a long time, she was not using up the midnight oil for Research purposes. Not for the purposes of her objective madness.
It was a madness of another kind. A topic that would haunt her. She wished and wished, but a wish took you nowhere. It was hard work, and no play for Emlyn. The photographs scattered on her stainless steel table were of black rabbits. With yellow eyes.
Reading glasses were low on the bridge of her nose. She was comparing witness testimonies, case reports, and last sighted whereabouts.
And she knew the ending to this pointless all-nighter. Nothing. No conclusion. The wretchedness of that horrifying phrase would be stamped into her heart yet again.
Missing Without A Trace.
The sun was up. And her yellow suns seemed to be pining to set so earnestly. Yet she forced them open, as she reached for the two photographs. They were torn from her ornate frames, and her lip hardened into a set line. Her eyes matched that of the rabbits in both photographs.
Her slippers were on, at least. But otherwise, she was still completely dressed. She had a night of emotions the night before, and she couldn't help but think. Whenever her hearts floodgates opened, the main channeling tidal wave were revolving around these two identical creatures. Where had they gone" Why had they left'
They were bound to her, and yet there was no radar capability. No heading for which to begin her painful search. All she had was heresay, and a faithful white rabbit that had tried so hard for her.
A hand came to rest on her forehead, sloppy bun had gotten messy beyond repair without a comb. Had she really been up nearly 48 hours" Sleep avoided her so very well. It made her grin. She used to sleep so soundly. That time was nearly a dream. It was further away than the moon.
Arguably, she's from her own planet. An empty mug of coffee sat as a paperweight beneath a written paragraph. Letters. She'd written them in her nicest handwriting, which automatically enlisted them into the category of calligraphy. She tried so hard in everything she did. Her attire, her experiments, her social deficiencies.
She always tried so hard in everything she undertook. And time and time again, it proves not to be enough. From an expulsion to two lost rabbits that were her company.
She thought they would never leave her. She was wrong.
And still, she would try and try. It was all she had.
A black bunny stuffed animal that was stitched with age and faded with abuse sat on a shelf beside the door. It would be set down somewhere different in whatever room of her home she occupied. And when she slept, it sat on her night table. Those cracked, yellow buttons were set to peer on her. To watch over her.
Even a scientist could play pretend, if that void was filled for a small time. Even with that stuffed animal placed there with so much care, she still only slept for a couple of hours at a time. At times, she was so tired. And still, she could not rest.
There was no more room for tears. She missed the skies. And with that, she took the photographs with her as she ascended the stairs to her attached apartment. Before she turned off the lights to her laboratory, she also took the faded, old, raggedy black rabbit of a stuffed animal. She'd sleep with all three of her rabbits tonight.
Even Emlyn played pretend.
It was a madness of another kind. A topic that would haunt her. She wished and wished, but a wish took you nowhere. It was hard work, and no play for Emlyn. The photographs scattered on her stainless steel table were of black rabbits. With yellow eyes.
Reading glasses were low on the bridge of her nose. She was comparing witness testimonies, case reports, and last sighted whereabouts.
And she knew the ending to this pointless all-nighter. Nothing. No conclusion. The wretchedness of that horrifying phrase would be stamped into her heart yet again.
Missing Without A Trace.
The sun was up. And her yellow suns seemed to be pining to set so earnestly. Yet she forced them open, as she reached for the two photographs. They were torn from her ornate frames, and her lip hardened into a set line. Her eyes matched that of the rabbits in both photographs.
Her slippers were on, at least. But otherwise, she was still completely dressed. She had a night of emotions the night before, and she couldn't help but think. Whenever her hearts floodgates opened, the main channeling tidal wave were revolving around these two identical creatures. Where had they gone" Why had they left'
They were bound to her, and yet there was no radar capability. No heading for which to begin her painful search. All she had was heresay, and a faithful white rabbit that had tried so hard for her.
A hand came to rest on her forehead, sloppy bun had gotten messy beyond repair without a comb. Had she really been up nearly 48 hours" Sleep avoided her so very well. It made her grin. She used to sleep so soundly. That time was nearly a dream. It was further away than the moon.
Arguably, she's from her own planet. An empty mug of coffee sat as a paperweight beneath a written paragraph. Letters. She'd written them in her nicest handwriting, which automatically enlisted them into the category of calligraphy. She tried so hard in everything she did. Her attire, her experiments, her social deficiencies.
She always tried so hard in everything she undertook. And time and time again, it proves not to be enough. From an expulsion to two lost rabbits that were her company.
She thought they would never leave her. She was wrong.
And still, she would try and try. It was all she had.
A black bunny stuffed animal that was stitched with age and faded with abuse sat on a shelf beside the door. It would be set down somewhere different in whatever room of her home she occupied. And when she slept, it sat on her night table. Those cracked, yellow buttons were set to peer on her. To watch over her.
Even a scientist could play pretend, if that void was filled for a small time. Even with that stuffed animal placed there with so much care, she still only slept for a couple of hours at a time. At times, she was so tired. And still, she could not rest.
There was no more room for tears. She missed the skies. And with that, she took the photographs with her as she ascended the stairs to her attached apartment. Before she turned off the lights to her laboratory, she also took the faded, old, raggedy black rabbit of a stuffed animal. She'd sleep with all three of her rabbits tonight.
Even Emlyn played pretend.