Eyes Open

Everything was flat and silent until a pulse ran through my feet. I adjusted the tilt of my cap with two fingers, testing the weight of my own arm. It moved. Just above my head, bright red painted letters cut through the black background, reading 'LONG LIVE GRANDSON'. I reached out, pressing my knuckles flat against the crisp stroke of red lettering. Solid. I stayed right there beside the other figure, watching the dark space ahead.