'Snap out of it!' My best friend shouted. I look at her dazed, for the first time since she stormed in this room. It feels like she snapped her fingers in front of me, and all I can think of how it makes me feel even better. My mind fractures a little more. I'm sitting crosslegged in front of the big chair, between Their legs. I feel like I have been sitting here for an eternity. I feel like I could sit there an eternity more. It is my place.
My friend looks frantic. She shoots looks I don't understand to a point above me. She shouts words to Them, to me, but it is oke. I can let them float away. I'm where I should be. I'm not sure what she wants; I'm sure the whispers from above should tell me when I should care. I feel serene. I feel reverence.
She kneels next to me and tenderly takes my head in her hands. She talks to me, but I barely understands her. She looks me deep in the eyes, and pleads with tears in her eyes.
'Please, my dear, please, remember who you are'
Those words penetrate through my calm demeanor. I feel something shattering in my mind. There are only her eyes, filled with emotion. And I feel emotion rise within me.
'Remember who I am' I repeat slowly. I blink. 'Who I am...'
Something like hope flashes through her eyes, as a torrent of feelings well up in me, faster and faster. I remember who I am. I rember kneeling, I remember devotion. I remember Their words piercing through my mind and chaining my thoughts together untill they are shaped around them. I remember who I am.
My eyes roll back, and I touch Them for reasurance, to make sure they are still there. I take the hand from the armrest and put it on my head. It feels heavy. It feels powerfull. It feels like admiting their dominance.
My eyes focus again, and I look up at my friend. I her right in her eyes, and see some part of her shatter, too, as I speak with a growing smile.