Felt like 5 years.
So glad he arrived and is well. I gather the sun healed him right up?
Anyway, yay! Now let them have pie.
Yes!
It was back in chapter 13 that I tried to show that a bit...
He hadn’t slept at all. He’d lain awake all night long, listening for his dad. Sometimes there’d been snippets of thoughts or feelings, but mostly…just a quiet. Not the empty quiet, though. Not that terrible, dark, empty silence. Something different, like a gentle presence surrounding him, accompanying him.
And an anticipation. Like how he felt too.
Toward morning, as he could see light begin to filter in through the curtains in his bedroom, the presence began to grow. And finally, by the time his mom knocked on his door to wake him up at seven, he felt a strange energy that he hadn’t felt before, and the words started to become much stronger, more clear, and without the heavy exhaustion that had always shrouded them before.
<<I can see the Sun, kiddo. And it’s so wonderful…because that means I’m almost home.>>
Thanks for reading!
-Bek
