Kara & Michael’s Blog

Once upon a time, a blue-haired boy lived under a rock worn smooth by rain and wind. stop me if you’ve heard this before. He ate whatever he could find, mostly moss and berries. Sometimes the blue-haired boy would duel with squirrels for soft acorn meat, but usually the squirrels won out. The hollow sound of squirrel nails scuttling across the packed dirt made him cringe and forget about the creaminess of the acorns. At night, he curled up with his head tucked into his chest, like a swan and drifted into the worlds he dreamed, reminiscent of the life that you probably know. All trimmed grass and ponds that have the same borders no matter how much it rains. Each night he woke with the lingering smell of rain striking asphalt. For comfort he crawled from the shadows of his cave into the vague moonlight. He let the light fall over him like frost and felt calm, even as he shivered in his bones. His rough blue hair glimmered gently in the night like a sapphire, like a dream he had of the ocean streaming with sunlight and his breathing slowed.

From the deepest part of the night, a creature crept. Had the blue-haired boy awakened, he would have known the face, found the name buried deep in his stomach. Etched out in his bowels along with everything else he had swallowed. The name would rise in his throat without ever registering in his mind. It would play along his vocal chords, spilling from his mouth like the shuddering breaths he now took. In his sleep, the blue-haired boy murmured the name, and the creature turned lightly away, brushing its fingers across his forehead like a soft kiss.

like a blessing.

::anonymous::

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