Monday, January 13, 2014

Chapter 3: The Book

Sunlight sifted through the window and illuminated the room in yellow. Timmy awoke in a fetal position in the corner of the room, rubbing his eyes and making his annual yawn. Slowly he rose but small jabs of pain shot up and down his body like lighting. He looked out the window to make sure his father’s car was gone, and like usual at this time of day, it was. Timmy exited his room to the kitchen to find some food. Upon opening the pantry he found a can of beans which he thought would do plenty. Grabbing the rusty, but trusty can opener he cut open the can, and quickly devoured the meal. Timmy was not allowed to use the stove so cold beans it was.
Feeling full and satisfied Timmy soaked in the bath tub for 20 minutes to wash away dirt and filth that had cemented to his body. Afterword he took a quick look around the house to make sure nothing was out of place, and if it was he would eliminate the problem so a bigger problem wouldn’t occur once his father came home. Timmy often checked twice, just in case. Finally he made his way back into the bedroom and dug under the bed to pull out a hard cover book. He blew off the dust that made home on it into the surrounding air where it spun into little spirals dancing around him. The gold print on the book shined beautifully when mixed with the rays from the parallel window. World Atlas was what the book was called, Timmy’s favorite book. He often dreamed in his sleep of being in the worlds that the book consisted of. Many of the places seemed unreal, and too spectacular to even exist. He studied the atlas as if it was his calling in life. This book kept him sane, such as the lake. His two favorite things in the world.  

The sun was almost already in the middle of the sky so Timmy knew that if he wanted to spend as much time at the lake as he could, he needed to leave now. With the book in his hand Timmy flew off to the water, where he would be in a different city, a different country, even a different continent, at least until the sun was ready to set. 

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