Mother's Day
When he really had to, Metody was capable of getting out of bed at the first sound of the alarm. He'd done it today, scrambling first to his brief shower and then out the door, bound for his own world with gifts of fruit and trinkets in tow.
He returned in early evening, grinning as he swung through the door. There were grass stains and dirt on the knees of his pants and staining the forearms of his jacket, as if he'd fallen several times, and he had a plastic shopping bag of goodies - no one left the Green household without taking food with them. He shed his jacket and hung it up, placed his muddy shoes in their cubby
and then bounded off towards the kitchen to put his treats away.
"I'm home!"
He returned in early evening, grinning as he swung through the door. There were grass stains and dirt on the knees of his pants and staining the forearms of his jacket, as if he'd fallen several times, and he had a plastic shopping bag of goodies - no one left the Green household without taking food with them. He shed his jacket and hung it up, placed his muddy shoes in their cubby
and then bounded off towards the kitchen to put his treats away.
"I'm home!"