It was something about those in-between moments of the night when you lay your head on pillow and when you finally fall asleep
“Flower filled garden, colourful butterflies, something vibrant,” she repeated his words ……..
How a place that once must have been full of liveliness and glory could turn into something eerie after years of abandonment and neglect?
“Do you want me to tell you any bed time stories?” she asked him
“No, Aunt Mara,” he said, snuggling with his pillow.
“Watching horror movie while eating chips. Apparently, these things are meaningless.”
and in that moment, he felt he had conquered the world.
It wasn’t easy. There was no short-cut.