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First submission, hope all is right :-P
Title: Preferred
Author: miniverm
Challenge: Morning
Morning is not kind. Nor is the boy on the bed, his body like the bruised white of dawn. Smoke and mirrors vanish in the sun with touches as smooth as the former and sharp as the latter. His grasp on your arm loosens, his eyes open; sunlight becomes a hateful thing.
He remembers who you are and smiles, but it leads him to his own name. Only then does he scream.
He can see the lies after daybreak as clearly as the truth.
It is always darkest before dawn. You wonder if such darkness is not to be preferred.
Title: Preferred
Author: miniverm
Challenge: Morning
Morning is not kind. Nor is the boy on the bed, his body like the bruised white of dawn. Smoke and mirrors vanish in the sun with touches as smooth as the former and sharp as the latter. His grasp on your arm loosens, his eyes open; sunlight becomes a hateful thing.
He remembers who you are and smiles, but it leads him to his own name. Only then does he scream.
He can see the lies after daybreak as clearly as the truth.
It is always darkest before dawn. You wonder if such darkness is not to be preferred.