Sunbathing

~sniff~ ~sniff~

Those damn bastards… ~sniff~… they took away my body. Now look at it, there is just a small stump remaining, and it's not even growing at all.

~sniff~ ~sniff~

Not to mention, that panda started eating me again. I hate my life.

I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!

What do I do now? I feel like I have nothing to look forward to. Well, aside from the time when those damn men actually bring me out of this damn darkness they are keeping me in.

Like, goddamn man, at least take me out to get some air once in a while. How long has it been? 10 hours? The sun's already high in the sky, and you still haven't taken me out of the dark bag.

Gosh, I can't even listen to what they're saying. Just what sort of unholy bag did they put me into?

I look down on my stump again, and I see that it hadn't changed any shape. In fact, it's started to dry up a little. Not long after, it will certainly die.

Then, I will lose one of my bodies.

DAMN YOU, HUMANS!! And here I thought I was one of you. Tsk. Take me out now!

…

Oh? They really did take me out. Where am I? It's so bright.

After a second or two, my eyes adjust and I can see around me. I'm… in a room. It doesn't look like a big room.

It's the man with the axe. Did this guy have a goatee before? I guess I wasn't too focused on his face.

The walls here seem to be made out of… mud? Is that it? Yeah, it looks like mud walls given structure using bamboo.

The roof is all straw and more bamboo. Damn, just how much bamboo do they use here? It's like a bamboo genocide.

Suddenly, the man takes out something. What's that? It shines. Wait, no! Is that a knife?

What are you going to do to me? Don't you… don't you dare! No! Noooo… oh. He's just smoothing me out.

I still don't feel pain, so I should probably not be afraid of getting cut. But damn, my human heart is still scared of seeing a knife drawn on me.

The man, he's… cleaning me of all my body parts now. What is he taking out next?

That… looks like a long pointy metallic rod. What is he going to do with the— no! Please don't. Please listen to me. Please.

Do— and he did it. He's using the pointy metal rod to break through my body's inner lines.

Oh, he's struggling a bit though. I don't think he can easily— and he did it. Dammit. Why does he give me hope sometimes and take it away so easily?

~TAK~ ~TAK~ ~TAK~

He's broken through all 3 walls in the 4 sections of my 20 inches long body and is now starting to clear out the inside of any imperfection.

What the hell is he even trying to do with it? Is he gonna use me as a giant straw? Goddammit! That man better not put his mouth on me.

I will only allow ladies of age 18 to 40 to put their lips on me. I could've gone for younger girls too, but that doesn't sit right with me.

I wonder what he'll do next. The man takes me out of the room and suddenly jumps up before placing me lightly on the roof of the room.

I land on the straw and look up into the sky. I see some birds flying, may god damn them.

I see some clouds here and there, and other than that… it's all open. I see the blue sky and the bright white sun. I feel like flinching back when I see the sun so clearly, but I don't have to. Maybe it's because I don't have eyes that can get hurt by looking into the sky.

Man, I wish I could move. I would simply roll from here and get awa—

Just as I'm saying that I turn around as if to roll, and I see some things next to me.

They are on top of the roof along with me too. Hmm, no way.

I try looking at the other side of me, and I see the same thing.

Many bamboos, numbering in the 20s, are laid around the roof. Seeing their size, they are all about the same size as me.

As for color, they vary from green to yellow. Yellow? That looks like dried bamboo. Jesus, how long have these bamboo been up here?

I hear some noises from the room under me, and a few minutes later, the man comes back and places another green bamboo next to me.

Sigh, I guess this is life now. Waiting out here until the man comes to get me.

I stare up in the sky with my 2nd body, the day turns to night, and the night turns to day. How many times? I do not know.

The man comes every day and takes one of the yellow bamboo sticks with him. I wonder what he's doing with them.

Hopefully nothing really bad.

Days go by. The man keeps taking the yellow bamboos and occasionally replaces them with green ones.

However, he hasn't taken me in yet. I wonder why? Am I not good enough?

Every day, he takes one of the yellow bamboos, but he never takes me. What is wrong with this guy. Am I so brown now that I am camouflaged in his roof?

More batches come by and I even see a young man aiding him now. Geez, how long has it been? So many bamboos go in and out every day but only I'm not selected.

Once again, the mundaneness of the situation settles in and I lose track of time again.

Sometime later, he finally grabs me. Oh, is he going to choose me now? Am I ready?

He stared at me weirdly for a few seconds, but whatever. Finally, he brings me inside the room.

I wonder what he's done with all the bamboos that came before me.