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sorabug.livejournal.com) wrote in
kingdomdressing2010-07-05 10:58 am
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eight
[Sora is occupying the beach room today: he's seated right along the shoreline, his clothes already soaking wet from the occasional strong wave crashing into him. he doesn't care though; he has something very important on his mind.]
[he has a bottle with a letter in his hands-- he stayed up a few hours past his bedtime last night with a flashlight underneath the covers, hardly able to fit everything he wanted to say in the paper he provided himself: "Hi Mom and Dad, how are the islands? I'm eight now. Long division's really hard, but I'm trying my best. I'm learning how to fight with a sword better, too. It's dangerous here. Sometimes you can't even eat the cupcakes.
"You didn't forget me, right? When are you coming to see me?"]
[the next time a wave crashes up past his knees, he lays the bottle in the water so gently, like it's made of thin porcelain, and watches it float off with the tide. today is shaping up to be a quiet birthday, but Sora doesn't mind.]
[he has a bottle with a letter in his hands-- he stayed up a few hours past his bedtime last night with a flashlight underneath the covers, hardly able to fit everything he wanted to say in the paper he provided himself: "Hi Mom and Dad, how are the islands? I'm eight now. Long division's really hard, but I'm trying my best. I'm learning how to fight with a sword better, too. It's dangerous here. Sometimes you can't even eat the cupcakes.
"You didn't forget me, right? When are you coming to see me?"]
[the next time a wave crashes up past his knees, he lays the bottle in the water so gently, like it's made of thin porcelain, and watches it float off with the tide. today is shaping up to be a quiet birthday, but Sora doesn't mind.]
