Crutchie Morris is an optimist. He always does his absolute best to look on the bright side, he smiles when he feels sad, he’s the one people go to when they need something to be happy about. Even when things are the absolute worst, Crutchie Morris tries his absolute best to see the good. He throws himself into his optimism, into proving how happy he can be.
But Crutchie Morris is also human. He isn’t always happy, he isn’t always able to look past things. He holds grudges, he gets angry, he snaps. He has emotions deeper than happiness, he can be bitter and upset, he can want something so badly it hurts. Crutchie Morris isn’t only an optimist, he’s strong and brave and been through hell and back, he has friends and enemies.
Crutchie Morris doesn’t go through his day to day life always smiling. he sometimes needs to go somewhere to cry.
He doesn’t dream only of running, he doesn’t dream of only meadows and flowers and being happy. Crutchie Morris has nightmares, he wakes up terrified, frozen, with tears streaming down his face, he wakes up screaming and in pain.
Crutchie Morris is so much more than the optimist, he’s so much more than the little ray of sunshine. Yes, he is those things, yes he tries his best to be happy and cheerful and smiling and to be the one who can listen to others problems and help them, but sometimes Crutchie Morris needs to be the one listened to. Sometimes, Crutchie Morris needs a shoulder to cry on, sometimes, Crutchie Morris needs to be held and told he’s loved, that he’s going to be okay, that things will get better, even if he doesn’t believe it, sometimes Crutchie Morris can’t be that person for somebody else because he needs it for himself.
He knew his room was in the old Witch House—that, indeed, was why he
had taken it. There was much in the Essex County records about Keziah Mason’s trial, and
what she had admitted under pressure to the Court of Oyer and Terminer had fascinated Gilman
beyond all reason. She had told Judge Hathorne of lines and curves that could be made to point
out directions leading through the walls of space to other spaces beyond, and had implied that
such lines and curves were frequently used at certain midnight meetings in the dark valley of
the white stone beyond Meadow Hill and on the unpeopled island in the river. She had spoken
also of the Black Man, of her oath, and of her new secret name of Nahab. Then she had drawn
those devices on the walls of her cell and vanished.
The Dreams in the Witch House by H.P. Lovecraft
The Dreams in the Witch House Collage by Harry O. Morris, 1979.