[ WP ] You have the ability to make inanimate objects come to life by putting googly eyes on them .

I picked up a pack of googly eyes for the first time in ten years. I know what happened when I used them. It was silly and scary at the same time. I was reminded of Jonah Hill's character drawing penises in Super Bad; it's silly & serious all at the same time. 
 **This was a test though. ** 
 
 After ten years, the voices must have stopped. This is where they started; this is where they had to end. Basically being in the mental hospital was a sedated version of Orange is the New Black. It's been ten years of putting up with crazies, but I did n't belong in an existence of madness and the worst parts of prison's bureaucratically maddening regulations. I had to put them on *to something*, as the bar to be set for if this problem was truly fixed or not. 
 **But WHAT item to put them on? ** 
 
 What's in the room? I have my clothes and slippers. I do so miss the dignity of being trusted with shoelaces. It feels so good when they're pulled tightly, starting your day locked, loaded, and ready. Slippers basically say `` I surrender''. That's a small part of why they make you wear them. Anyway... 
 **Kinderszenen's Opus Number 15 plays** 
 
 Is the woman playing that on her cello in the corner real? Looking around, some of the crazies are swaying to it in their bathrobes that they ca n't close.Affirmation enough she's real. She's not wearing a red dress like in The Matrix, but rather a Christmas sweater ( in October... I think.. ) that whomever she's playing for has too obviously made for her. Such beauty, [ this song ] ( https: //www.youtube.com/watch? v=fIPYdjwKNqM ). This does n't happen often. It's finding an oasis is a dessert where you're surrounded by insanity. Not my favorite, but when you hear it amongst the sounds of Hell it can be the brightest point of a meager existence. 
 **I peel the backs from them and put googly eyes on her cello as she sets it aside** 
 
 The cello screams itself into being seemingly from it's yell coming from an existence of pure pain. `` AAAAaaaahhhhHHH AHHHHH!!!!. AAaahh... OH... Ok... ok... Jeeze.....that was crazy. Here's the deal. I'm the cello and time is short. I came in through the main security at the front, but security is sectioned into teams A and B. Tina is who checked me in as the cello, she's from security team B. She has a fear of the dark. You're going to need to..'' 
 *rips googly eyes off* 
 
 It seems that I have n't recovered. Besides this weird tick, I'm almost a functioning person. That would be a life I could deal with, if everything I put googly eyes on did n't have information that no one could possibly know. So, I have the weirdest power of all, or am a very complicated crazy. As it is, I do n't belong among people quite yet. I ask the lady in her Christmas sweater if she knows the prelude to [ Bach's Cello Suite No.1 ] ( https: //youtu.be/S6yuR8efotI ). 
 
 She plays, and I can hear it all the way back to my room that I share with Alvie, my roommate. I close my eyes focusing on the beauty of the moment, as it is such a rare reprieve. Alvie beatboxes me to sleep. 
 
 

