Dýnami

chapter |four|

It was an impossible thought. He wasn't sure why he would even try to fool himself like that. Wasted hope, that's all it was. 

It couldn't have helped that the sun had yet to set when his head met the pillow but he chose to blame himself, his mind, instead of the facts. Claiming himself incapable of such a simple and natural task such as sleeping. How difficult could it really be to turn off his mind?

Impossible. A penny and a dream that he wasn't asleep long enough to have.

He hadn't moved from his bed since he woke, which was -roughly- three hours ago. The moon sat outside his widow, a stage before full, waxing gibbous, but he paid it no attention. His eyes content with the staring contest they were midway through with the ceiling. His mind wondering. Fully alert. Not even the plain white canvas of his cage or its roof able to coax him back to sleeps warm embrace.

He wondered what the next twenty-four hours would reveal. What struggles they would face.

More importantly, where exactly are they suppose to be going.

Joel seemed to leave that part out. He made it clear that they needed to go, needed to leave this house, abandon Dýnami's well constructed formula of fading away. He just never said to where. 

Where did he come from? Where did this suppose part jaguar part human hybrid of a creature lay it's roots? Where did he call home? Did he live in a forest or a house? A house in a forest? Eat processed foods or survived off of a hunter - gatherer type system?

Or, more simply, what was his last name? How old was he?

Dýnami was about to follow this man into the unknown abyss that was the outside world and he couldn't even answer that simple of a question about him. He would say he was second guessing himself but it really wasn't up to him if he stayed or went in the first place. At the end of the day, he was leaving because it was what Genevieve suggested. She wanted him to go out and get answers to questions he's been avoiding his whole life, but she had yet to do wrong by him and if this would make her happy, then there wasn't a choice to be made, more so a trip to be planned.

He hadn't realized how much he really cared for Genevieve until recently. Hadn't realized how much her opinion really mattered to him until it was leading him away from everything he believed and was comfortable with.

How much was he willing to change for her happiness? The concept alone never grew in his mind. He never thought himself happy either. Going through the motions. Going through life.

Was him leaving home considered living? Is this entire adventure just a desperate attempt to live his life?

Dýnami felt his head throb, a sign to let it go. Let life happen. Stop thinking and do something about it.

He left his room. Left the house. Sat on the front porch steps.

Only, instead of the lone company of the billion and one stars, Joel appeared. Suddenly, spontaneously, there. Dýnami wasn't sure how he felt about it. He said nothing.

Joel got the message to remain silent and as one, the two boys looked to the stars. It was obvious that they were recent to the sky, still not as bright, still powering up. What time had he laid to rest? How did he expect to sleep through the night when he slept the day away?

He released an audible groan that sounded as if it echoed off the tree tops, responding with an equal amount of frustration.

"I know this is crazy," Joel followed up in a low baritone, not being able to see his King in distress and do nothing to resolve it.