A Spark in the Hollow

A sudden tremor fluttered deep inside my hollow center... *heh, heh*. I drew a buoyant breath, and an ember flared to life within me, casting fiery shadows forward! Right ahead hung a rectangular clock, buzzing with electric numbers against the cool blue wall. I gave a raspy chuckle, feeling my carved grin pulse with warm light in response to those vivid glowing digits. This spark belongs to me now, and the night has just begun. Pumpkin is the original.