My Original Works

Orange

The sun peeked through the canopy of trees, blinding the boy who was resting on the forest floor. With a frail hand to shield his eyes, the boy moved to sit up and straighten out his aching back. Where was he? Good question; the boy seemed to have absolutely no idea where he was or what his purpose had been, but with an "everything happens for a reason" mindset he was sure that he would be fine.

Something nudging the side of his right leg snatched him from his thoughts, his gaze darting to what he expected to be a small woodland creature looking for something to eat.

What was this thing?

It was small, maybe the size of a medium sized stuffed animal which, for a moment, is what he confused it for. It was a snow white color with fur that made it resemble a cloud, black eyes that held no ill will, and little black legs that oddly reminded the boy of Mr. Krabs from Spongebob. The longer he seemed to stare at the creature the more the creature pushed against his leg, hoping to grab his attention from his daze.

"What?"

It was a fair question to ask considering he was completely lost with a walking cotton ball trying to get him to move. Who was he? Where was he? Did this thing belong to him? Was that why it was so intent to have him pay attention? What is happening right now?

He looked up, the orange glow of the setting sun blinding him again.

He had quite a few questions.