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Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 19
Damon Blackley
Private Lessons
Chapter 1 Page 19
Indeed, Damon had already asked himself, and he had no answer. Instead of making a reply, he turned to trip the gate latch quietly as he could manage. With a calm, stalking pace, he crossed the backyard to the patio doors, and pushed one open. Inside his own home, again, he listened for trouble. The house was quiet, however, save for the soft sounds of his sleeping family.
Before he crossed the living room to the hallway that would deliver him to his bed, Damon paused to consider his presence here in the darkness of his living room. He juxtaposed this condition with his previous experience of the evening, and he pretended he was an interloper in his own home. With surprising clarity, he understood how these were one thing and the same. Every sleeping home must appear this way in the darkness. All within were sleeping soundly. None expected or suspected his illicit presence, for they were, in fact, all quite completely oblivious to the entire world. As long as he was quiet, they would not awaken. If they should suddenly round a corner, he might simply flee into the darkness, while they, groggily, struggled to determine if his presence had been a dream. Either way, he was safe. As long as he remained quiet. As long as they slept.
'You see?' hissed Boda, eerily reading the boy's thoughts. 'You are home in the shadows, wherever you are. You are safe in the darkness. I am your shelter. I am your shield.'
"You," drawled the boy sleepily, "Are my teacher."
Boda drew near and caressed its host tenderly. 'I am your teacher.'
Before he crossed the living room to the hallway that would deliver him to his bed, Damon paused to consider his presence here in the darkness of his living room. He juxtaposed this condition with his previous experience of the evening, and he pretended he was an interloper in his own home. With surprising clarity, he understood how these were one thing and the same. Every sleeping home must appear this way in the darkness. All within were sleeping soundly. None expected or suspected his illicit presence, for they were, in fact, all quite completely oblivious to the entire world. As long as he was quiet, they would not awaken. If they should suddenly round a corner, he might simply flee into the darkness, while they, groggily, struggled to determine if his presence had been a dream. Either way, he was safe. As long as he remained quiet. As long as they slept.
'You see?' hissed Boda, eerily reading the boy's thoughts. 'You are home in the shadows, wherever you are. You are safe in the darkness. I am your shelter. I am your shield.'
"You," drawled the boy sleepily, "Are my teacher."
Boda drew near and caressed its host tenderly. 'I am your teacher.'
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