I watched the sunrise from my perch at the door, its rays casting golden light over the land. I hear the muffled sound of an alarm clock coming from deep within the house, before it is cut off by someone waking. I know he will be coming soon so I admire the sun for a moment longer. The door opens like a gate to an unknown land and he steps out, his lanky limbs pass me as he makes his way to the swinging chair. With his coffee in hand, he sits to watch the sunrise, as he does every morning. He swings slowly like a branch in a slight breeze, he is like that for a long while, before strolling over to where I sit on the rack. He reaches past me and grabs hold of a nice new pair of shoes. Knives slice through my leather as he slips the others over his feet and walks down the driveway. He leaves me to collect dust like a forgotten toy.
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Short StoryA bunch of short stories I have written, as well as the start of stories I likely won't finish. If you would like me to continue a story feel free to ave a comment. I have moved these stories from a different account
