☆ eighth | action & written [ back-dated to afternoon of the 3rd ]

[outwalks]

[ On what is a regular hot summer afternoon, there is a boy sitting in a clearing, muttering to himself and very carefully lighting something on fire. His journal lies forgotten at his side, but that's just as well. It's a pretty big fire. Feel free to drop by.

Much later, his crankiness burnt out, still anyone can find Allen napping under a tree. At some point, though, he'll stir and reach for the still-open journal and write down two words. The little smile in the window doesn't look much like Allen at all. ]

wake up.