On Light

--Your head is glowing.

--My head?

--Yes, your head. Well, not the entire thing, just the right portion, my right, your left, it’s… well, it’s glowing.

--Glowing?

--There’s light and it seems to be emanating from your head.

--Are you sure it’s not behind me?

--I mean, I can walk around if you want… but, yeah, no, I mean, from whatever angle I come at it, it’s definitely your head.

--That’s so weird. Is this a thing that happens sometimes?

--Not that I know of, but I didn’t know that pumas and mountain lions were the same thing until last week.

--I feel like I should be worried.

--About the pumas?

--No, god, what is wrong with you?

--Ohhh, because of the light.

--Yes, the light.

--Does it hurt?

--I didn’t even know it was there. I can’t even see it. How can it hurt?

--And?

--And what? Isn’t that strange? Shouldn’t I be worried?

--I mean, I would be, but I really don’t think you need to be.

--Why would you be worried and I not?

--For one, my head is not glowing.

--Oh my god...

--I can wheel you to the mirror if you’d like.

--I would. I want to see this for myself.

--Okay, let’s go.

--What the hell?

--I hate to say it, but…

--I told you so…

--Precisely.

--But… there’s light coming out out of the side of my head,

--Exactly as I said it was.

--Should I do anything?

--What would you do?

--I don’t know, go to the hospital or a clinic or something?

--Do you think they’d see it or even know what to do with it?

--I don’t know.

--Me either.

--But it couldn’t hurt, could it?

--Possibly either way.

--But it’s so shiny and bright and true.

--And so are you.

--And so are you.

by Dan Diehn (@diedan)