Beautiful Obsidian Blanket

         “I am afraid,” she said to no one in particular. Actually, there was no one about at all to begin with. “There are no walls,” she continued, “to confine what I cannot see.” The night enveloped her like a shroud of silky gossamer and she withdrew into its arms. “Comfort me obsidian guardian, for I am afraid of what does not show itself to me.”
            She became comfortable wrapped in the able arms of the night and fell into a very deep sleep. So deep was this sleep t hat she never knew when the night escaped her, removing its’ blanket from her prone form. It took with it all her security.
            As the suns’ heat ignited the world around her she awoke with fear in her heart. Widened hazel eyes searched frantically for something familiar as she tried to back away from the day. She was frozen in place as a soft tickle fluttered across her feet. Gathering what little courage she had, she looked down to find a tiny, furry kitten trembling with fear itself.
            As she focused on this new object, she realized that the kitten was a soft and black as the night that had caressed her fears to sleep. “Don’t be afraid,” she purred, “I know that he sent you to me.” The kitten curled in her with a contented sight and promptly fell asleep. They spent the day searching for food in the vast forest where they found themselves. As night time neared, the kitten inched farther and farther from her grasp. The darkness fell over her like a blanket that was thrown over the bed, she slept.
            This night brought peaceful dreams to her mind. Visions of a shadowy figure who brushed her pale skin with featherlike touches and surrounded her world with a fine black veil that kept intruders at bay.
            The morning sun grew more bothersome as her dreams advanced to feelings of attachment towards the unknown silhouette in black. She found herself searching in desperation for dark placed to hide, hoping the dream would return to her sooner. Deep in the trees, surrounded by bushes and tall weeds, she constructed a cave like abode in which to entice the wispy darkness.
            When she couldn’t sleep, which prevented dreams, she fantasized. Even without form or hard substance, he took over her very reason for existing. Without the night, she had no desire to breathe. She must find a way to become as one with night, he must inhale her as light and breathe her back into the obsidian sky so she could exist again.
            The doctors shook their collective heads as she danced around her small room twirling the black veil around and around. Her smile was captivating as she caressed the small black stuffed kitten that the day nurses had given to her for comfort. It stopped her trembling and crying all day long. The black tent that they had let her construct in the corner was where she spent most daytime hours with her kitten. Only at night was she calm, only if they turned off all the lights did she settle down and lose her fears.
            Alone in this world, no family that they could trace for her. She would spend her life in a darkened room with that stuffed kitten and a black veil forever. No one would ever be able to get inside her mind and unravel the travesty that had brought her here. Only the kitten would know how she had been raped and emotionally tortured. She didn’t even realize that she had told him either, he would keep her secret shame forever and a day.