Very quick Niki piece.

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I light a candle and watch the glow against the wall. The shadows twist and turn. Then I sink to my knees and stare at Your face. The golden paint shines in the half light.

"It's nearly time"

I can't tell you why it is time. I don't know. I just know that I've got this feeling inside me, so strong it feels like it will break my chest.

I know that it's time.

"I've done everything You sent me here to do. I've done my best. I know I've been weak, and I know sometimes I've found it hard to keep going, but I've never asked for this before.

I've never tried to shirk from what You wanted me to do.

I won't run away now. If You want me to stay here, Father, I will. I won't leave. But I think that isn't what You're telling me anymore."

Your face looks down on me, bright as the sun. I've not seen the sun for a long time, have I?

I've missed the sun.

From outside I can nothing. It's all quite silent and I know that You are close to me.

"Please, Father. Please. Let it all be over. Let me come home."