Entry 135: Tethered
Late one night, as I was alone with my thoughts, I began to imagine a story about a lightbulb with arms and legs. One evening the lightbulb lit up, and the light gave the little guy movement and life.
It began to walk around and discover the desk it lived on, interacting with markers and staplers. As it began to examine the far side of the desk, the cord reached its length and the lightbulb stumbled. Examining the back of its body with its wire hands, the lightbulb feels the cord connecting into itself. It begins to wiggle the connection, but this causing the light to flicker off for a mere second and the lightbulb snugs the cord back in out of fear.
The lightbulb continues on its adventure; it climbs books, dances with its shadow, and eventually sees the bright sunset peering through the window. A giant light in the sky beckons the little lightbulb, but fear of pulling its cord stops it from doing so. But after some time has pass, the brave little lightbulb attempts to reach the windowsill.
Then disaster strikes. Miscalculating the amount of cord left, the lightbulb jumps from the desk towards the window, but the cord is not long enough and the lightbulb stops halfway midair and tumbles down to the floor. With a dramatic crash, the glass breaks and the filament inside the lightbulb bursts into fire.
Panic and chaos fills what little remains of the lightbulb. The sizzling fire on its head, the burning red glow, and the demonic shadows that run along the ground drive the lightbulb crazy. In a fit of desperation, the lightbulb yanks the cord from its back and the fire ends.
And so does the life of the lightbulb.