Toph woke Thursday morning to purple skies and chilled air, for the sun was still yet to rise. The little town of Turtleback was filled with chattering of birds in search for their breakfast; and the paths coated with their breakfast in search for safety. No other body was awake that morning, hours before dawn, as Toph rolled out of bed and onto the wooden floor, pulling out the hidden socks and slid them on his feet. He headed upstairs to the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal, which had missed several times due to how tired he were, scattering 'honey puffs' all over the bench and falling to the ground. Drowsily, Toph scooped up the mess and threw it into the sink colliding with pots of water from the previous night.
The thought of having so many dishes to clean was enough to put anyone off their meal, yet alone a bowl filled with honey puffs; 'and the feeling of sticky hands from the cereal was too uncomfortable to bother pouring milk', came the voice in Toph's head, as he walked into the bathroom to wash them. When he had turned on the light, his eyes filled with white stars blocking his vision and, unmistakably, turned to the mirror to ensure he hadn't gone blind. He blinked many times as his eyes came to focus, and saw the most confused figure he had seen in days.
Staring back at him were a pair of forest green eyes, slightly dopey and lazy, confused of whether to sleep or not; his brown hair was untamed, sticking out his left where the pillow had once been on the warm, comforting bed, revealing a silver stud protruding from his earlobe, as a smirk appeared across his face … His mother always hated that piercing, persuading him to take the thing out with her smooth talk; once or twice bribing him with packets of Turkisk-Delights she had bought “specifically for him”. Although, Toph, as clever as he was, knew he would get the Turkish-Delights anyway because nobody else in the house liked the things, so he ignored that little bribery, and found them, one morning, resting on the end of his bed with a note of apology saying she should accept him for who he is – he knew this was a note to make him feel bad, but he kept the note anyway and placed it in his top drawer filled with socks …
He gave a large yawn, and stretched his arms into the air, as a sliver of light shot across the window, and vanished. Toph, cautiously, looked out the window and saw the top of the sun peeping above the horizon. The sun wasn't as bright as it is during the day; it wasn't white-hot, nor unseeable. In fact, it looked not much different from an orange circle slipping behind a blackened canvas; although more intriguing, filling a flow of determination through Toph's bloodstream. To his right, footsteps slow and steady were echoing down the hill, probably to see the surreal ball of light. Toph pulled his head back inside, just as he saw a red figure walking, and dashed to find his ipod and footwear, unaware that five others were still asleep in their warm beds – soothing and calm. He tied his laces, dropped the earphones down his shirt to avoid it tangling with his necklace, and played Adele's “I'll be Waiting” as he left the building.
A great breeze of chill fell down his body, slipping through the sewing of this clothing as though striking his flesh. It was still dark, and the sun hadn't risen much higher, so there was still time to reach the shore; however, as he turned down Snail Street, he saw a large red figure down the path. The figure was just as intriguing as the sun because it didn't look very real; in fact, when its head took a look to its right, Toph thought he was dreaming because it wasn't human at all. Its ears were pointed and catlike, sitting upon a beefy body with hardly any neck; around its head was a pair of goggles with white lenses and a leather strap holding them in place; red fur coated its body, though mostly hidden behind stripped pyjamas, and barefoot … Toph's foot collided with a gutter and he fell to the ground. When he looked up, dumbfounded and heating palms, the large cat was gone … though he had sworn it was there seconds before … it must have been at least a few centimetres taller than he … or maybe he was just seeing things. He clambered to his feet, and continued down the empty street and towards the shore:
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Cupcakes and Tea
FantasyToph is battling his need for an escape of reality, only to find that dwelling on dreams and forgetting to live is a path of fools. His future is pulled together by his curiosity, finding himself seduced by a witch's curse whom Toph, alone, is to de...
