The sun was unbearable today. It wasn't hot, but for some reason Bly sensed its presence more than usual. There was not a single cloud in the sky, and wherever he went, the sun seemed to chase him. Even as he hid under the shade of a tree, the sun glared at him from above, waiting for him to step out of the shadows. "What did I ever do to you," he asked the sun challengingly, "what are you anyways?" He huffed and tried staring back at the sun, blinking away the tears that the brightness caused. He wondered if there was anywhere the sun did not touch. But looking around, he thought that had to be impossible. Selfish sun. Taking everything for itself. He pouted under the tree. He had woken up grumpy and frustrated, and it seemed he was destined to stay that way for the rest of the day, sun or no sun. How he wished for night time. Or at least a cloud. He sat under the tree awkwardly, pouting all the while, but before he knew it he was asleep. He dreamed fitfully. The sun became a giant firefly, and it was angry with him. He ran from it as hard as he could, but it kept up easily, pestering him and bopping him in the head. It ran him through rivers, it ran him over mountains, it ran him up and down valleys and just before running him over a cliff, it took the form of his father. "You won't always be able to chase butterflies..." dream dad said, right before Bly tumbled over the dream cliff. He awoke with a start, and realized night had fallen. His heart pounded and he looked up at the sky, silently thanking the moon for saving him. He jumped to his feet anxiously when he thought he heard the buzz of a firefly, but it was just something rustling in the bushes.
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(Sorry it's so short! Dx)
