Brighter

I Forgot

Months.

Or was it years?

Anyway, a lot of time passed. One day I was sorting through my desk, and I found the little home I had made for Sol out of a candy box. It had a blanket of sorts. It was cute, but smelled pretty bad. I recalled many memories. Finding that I couldn't quite see Sol unless I really concentrated. Finding him drinking the water I provided him, but not finishing it at all. Finding him one day under my bed, ten times bigger than before.

"I think you grow on the love I provide you," I had told him when I found him that big. He was the size of a small cat already. 

There was also that one time where I found out he could go through walls and objects if he ran into them head on. At first, he had some trouble doing it. I remember that. I remember thinking he'd be stuck in the middle of a door one time. That scared me a lot. I wouldn't have known how to help.

And then there was the time, I'm not too sure when, but I had started to forget about him. And so months, or years, or some long time passed. And then I found the little home I made for him.

I went to my room, and looked under my bed where I recalled he had started to reside in way back when he had grown too big for my desk.

I found him. I think he had grown slightly smaller; I wasn't too sure, but I apologized to him.

"Sorry," I had said. "We'll play in the snow the first snowfall this year, yeah?" He nodded.

I tried not to forget about him afterwards. Fortunately, I managed to bring him to a road trip I went to (I nearly lost him) twice, one to the north, and the other road trip down south. It was great, but troublesome. Nevertheless I found it easier to touch and see him.