[CHALLENGE] Object POV

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Here's one I wanted to write last night but was too tired to do.

I stand here in the dimness day after day.  Hidden in the shadows, I stand, resolute and silent, enduring the abuse of people jumping on me, trying to shatter or mount me, but I repel all who would try.

 

I wait and watch silently, rarely used, but when my chance comes, I glow with all the brightness within me.  All for him.

 

But…he can’t see me.  Even when he turns to look right at me, as he does every time, he still can’t see me, or my love for him.

 

And it hurts.  It hurts so very, very much. 

 

Doesn’t he know how much I love him?  Doesn’t he know how I try to help him, even when the two idiots up on that stage start making fun of him, mispronouncing his name for a laugh, or pretending to need sunglasses to cut down on the supposed glare of his beautiful scalp?

 

‘Look at me!’ I want to say.  ‘I am like you!  Smooth and glowing, but firm and quiet, staying out of the limelight, but getting laughs when I can.’

 

But of course, it is my lot in life to remain silent, even when I just want to fall over and weep every time he looks at me and sees nothing.

 

But I’ll get him to notice me, I swear it on all those who have come before me.  I’ll get him to notice me even if I have to make them show pictures of his boyfriend upon me.

 

He’ll notice me then, won’t he?

 

Yes, I can be devious, but don’t you see I have no other choice?

 

It’s love, and I pray for the day that he turns to look at me and, for once, sees me as I really am.

 

I’m prepared to wait a long time, for I love him, and want him to be mine.

 

For I am the mighty green screen, and I alone can make him happy.

 

If only he’d notice me.