Cherry Blossoms Bloom At Night

Disintegrated

Summer is warm. Fall is colorful. Winter is bright. But Spring, Spring is beautiful.

The sun shone into the room on April 20th, 2006. Shingling right onto a boy's eyes. The small child's hair was a mess. Sticking up, forming chocolate brown cowlicks all over. Erik woke up and groaned from the light blinding him. He rolled over and tried to fall back into his deep slumber. His mother, Athena, called out for him to wake up.

Erik slowly sat up. Looking out the window to see what it looked like outside. All of a sudden, he had a burst of excitement and hopped out of bed. His SpongeBob pajamas flying behind him as he ran to the kitchen. Athena looked at him with a confused expression, curious as to why he was so overjoyed.

The little child are his breakfast as rapidly as possible. Sprinting to his room, then changing into a t-shirt with a pug on it and pants. He grabbed his favorite book, which was, "Frog and Toad are Friends" by Arnold Lobel. He giggled to himself. Excited to show his friend the adorable tales.

Quickly, Erik ran to the park. Running over to his friend the moment his eyes laid onto him. Erik smiled as big as he could as he sat next to a special tree. The tree was tall and wide. Blooming beautiful and big blossoms. They were pink and white, which covered the long and swirled branches.

"I missed you!" He exclaimed.  Erik looked up at the tree, his only friend. The small boy had named the tree, Jack. He read the small story to the tree. Telling him even what the pages looked like. One part was one of the two friends fighting. Erik was dramatic and made up a few parts, making him giggle.

Erik had met Jack when he had first came to the park when he was only three.  Every year when Jack showed up in his colorful color. Erik would talk to the tree and teach him small things he had learned. Seeing the beautiful and luxurious tree every day until the light pedals all had fallen to the ground and withered.

Erik shut the book when he was finished. He knew people looked at him like he was crazy. Athena was embarrassed that her son spoke to a tree. An entity that couldn't talk or speak back. Erik didn't mind but he knew that Jack was listening. Erik stood up carefully, holding onto his book. He kissed the tree once and told Jack to be safe. Leaving the tree to being itself.

Erik got home and his mother just watched him. Trying to comprehend how her child could be so normal until he was around the tree. Erik yawned and decided to nap. Laying down onto his plush bed once again. His eyes closing and leading him into a land of magic and love.