!OOC: Dream 01
He sits, surrounded by flowers. They’re familiar, and such a pretty pink color that he wants to reach out and touch them. But something tells him not to, and his fingers fall just short. Wherever this field of flowers is, it’s warm. The sun is shining, and he loves it.
A shadow falls over him, and he’s looking up and up and up.
He stares at the pretty man, filled with awe at the hair as golden as the sun itself. And he’s like the sun, bright and shining, and when he reaches out, he’s surprised to find that the hair isn’t warm like he thought it would be.
The man leads him from the field, and he follows without question. This man is familiar, and he feels safe. He talks, but the boy can’t make out what he’s saying. They arrive at a tree, and he’s forced to look up even more then he had to when the man who looked like the sun arrived. The tree is filled with the flowers from the field, a few falling down as a breeze blows by. The look at the man’s face is stern, and though he can’t hear the words, he knows what’s being said.
The man who is like the sun walks away and as soon as he’s out of sight, the boy scampers up the tree, grinning up at the sky.
Suddenly, the sky darkens, filling with stars, and below he can hear someone laughing, and a new voice, other than the golden man’s. He knows who these people are. They’re his friend, the one laughing, and the one talking, and the man with hair like the sun. It feels right to be here with them, just having fun and climbing the tree and laughing.
Just as a wave of loneliness hits him -someone is missing, they should be here too-the world bottoms out with a crack! and a peal of surprised laughter.
A shadow falls over him, and he’s looking up and up and up.
He stares at the pretty man, filled with awe at the hair as golden as the sun itself. And he’s like the sun, bright and shining, and when he reaches out, he’s surprised to find that the hair isn’t warm like he thought it would be.
The man leads him from the field, and he follows without question. This man is familiar, and he feels safe. He talks, but the boy can’t make out what he’s saying. They arrive at a tree, and he’s forced to look up even more then he had to when the man who looked like the sun arrived. The tree is filled with the flowers from the field, a few falling down as a breeze blows by. The look at the man’s face is stern, and though he can’t hear the words, he knows what’s being said.
The man who is like the sun walks away and as soon as he’s out of sight, the boy scampers up the tree, grinning up at the sky.
Suddenly, the sky darkens, filling with stars, and below he can hear someone laughing, and a new voice, other than the golden man’s. He knows who these people are. They’re his friend, the one laughing, and the one talking, and the man with hair like the sun. It feels right to be here with them, just having fun and climbing the tree and laughing.
Just as a wave of loneliness hits him -someone is missing, they should be here too-the world bottoms out with a crack! and a peal of surprised laughter.