Nameless

There's a bed called Safety. In it sleeps Wisdom and Satisfaction, covered in Content comforters that hold the both of them with almost as much warmth as they hold each other. The two snore with a gentle ferocity that only the tiresome career of Responsibility can bring. However draining this career may be, it is what has erected the very bed they sleep in, furnished the Success rooms, stocked the pantries with Excitement, and parked two adjacent Adventures in the garage. Satisfaction stirs in its sleep and reaches for Wisdom's hand, and what Satisfaction feels is the circle of Hope on Wisdom's left ring finger that sparked their partnership in the first place. Satisfaction pulls Wisdom closer. Through weary eyes that have become blurred with time, Wisdom stares thoughtfully at the window hovering beside Safety. Although all that Wisdom can make of the window is very few hazy shutters crisscrossing a present but indistinguishable shade, Wisdom knows that the light humming through the blinds is the light of World itself. World is a gray-blue hue, touched with silver lips and a darkness bordering the domain of Instinct. Wisdom blinks at World and keeps its eyes wide open, for World only allows a handful of slivers into Wisdom's sight, and Wisdom feels good to observe all that World has to offer. Satisfaction is aware of Wisdom's persistence but chooses instead to simply doze with its eyelids over its pupils. Satisfaction sees no point in staring at a window when sleeping or closing one's eyes is so enjoyable. So, instead of a soft light outlined with frizzy cotton dyed the same color, all that Satisfaction sees is what Satisfaction wishes to see. The two of them lie together like this until a shrill cry is heard down the hall which echoes throughout the entire house of Life. The baby Happiness has been woken and yearns for an explanation as to its requirement in this state, but it will receive no such explanation, only a soothing touch, a caress, a smile perhaps.