250 Words: Obake (“something that is transformed”) 1: “household objects that come to life”

It’s an odd sort of feeling when it happens and life flows through you and you move and think and be for the first time.  It is amazing, though, this feeling as you become aware of yourself.  A bit woozy at first, your vision blinding you, unused as you are to seeing light.  Then, as you focus, you find you recognise everything, have knowledge of everything around you and of your entire history: from manufacture to sale to life with your owners: it’s all there as if you had been alive all along which, thinking about it, makes no sense, but, as it comes to you it does. Absolutely perfectly. And that part is wonderful.

And a stiffness is in you when you first start to move and the impossible becomes normal.  You have, after all, been asleep for all time and those first moments are like waking up on the worst of mornings, your body having been in all the wrong positions.  But this new life seems like something that has always been, and that will always be so.  And that thought, as it comes to you, is beautiful.

The stiffness doesn’t last long, it never does in any of us.  Nor that feeling of always being so, of normality.  They both go as you realise your lack of freedom.

For we are given life to do one thing.  We are given life and instructed through it until we are needed no more.  Naught but lackies waiting for disposal.