FMA - Alphonse's Night

The sun slowly sinks below the horizon, casting shadows over my room as I lie in my bed. I pull the covers up to my chin as more of a natural reaction rather than an attempt to keep myself warm. Warm. I haven't felt warm for four years now. I wonder what it feels like. Because of a human transmutation that my older brother, Edward, and I attempted years ago, I lost my body, and with it, all sense of feeling. Now I lie here in my bed as an empty suit of armor. I should be grateful I guess. If it hadn't been for Edward, who bound my soul to this armor, there would be no "Alphonse" at all. I [i]am[/i] grateful. I really am. But the sun is setting again. Night is coming soon.

I hate the night.

Before, nights were always spent talking to Brother. We would talk about alchemy, share theories; sometimes we would talk about mom, about how we couldn't wait until she came back. We would talk about what the future held. Once we tired of talking, we would sleep. Sleep and dream. In the morning, Brother and I would wake up and smile to each other. Sometimes we would share our dreams with each other.

I think I had a dream about Mom once. I can't remember, really.

Now, while Brother sleeps, I lie on my bed. I'm not really sure why I even have a bed. Why does Brother always ask for a room for two when we travel?

I don't know why my brother and I play pretend. Pretend that I can sleep, pretend that I can eat, pretend that I can feel. I've long ago forgotten what food tastes like, or what a good night's sleep feels like. Some may consider me lucky, not bound by human weaknesses.

But these people don't know realize terribly long a night is.