After a long brilliant day at the
lake, the sun and Timmy become exhausted and needed rest, at least the sun will
always shine as bright as the day before. When Timmy made it home again he
repeated the same process of entering the house as quietly as possible. When he
walked passed his father’s room, relief overcame Timmy when he heard snoring
from the slumbering beast. Tonight, Timmy was safe.
He entered his room, and slid the book under
his decaying wood made bed. Upon putting on more comfortable clothing to get
better sleep, Timmy’s eyes caught attention to a little boy staring at him. For
the first second this boy was completely unrecognizable until he realized it
was himself. It has been a very long time since he truly examined himself in
the mirror. Timmy stepped closer to the reflection and concentrated on his blue
eyes. He saw the current of the lake in it and got lost, going through all the
memories. He then looked away and noticed each freckle spotted on his face
centered above his nose. His shaggy deep rich brown hair cursed a shadow on his
face. Timmy was a beautiful little boy. He was often told he wasn’t and always
thought he was ugly.
The last thing he noticed before
in-casing himself in sleep was that he got older. He forgot about time but the
small hairs growing on his chin and upper lip brought back the truth. Timmy
never really cared about how old he was, he just wished he could freeze time at
certain moments. Pondering about this subject he fell asleep, dreaming about
everything, losing all aspects of time.
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