three musketeers

His heart thumped in accordance with slow, shallow breaths. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. At peace, his consciousness swirled in the land of dreams, oblivious to the physical world. When the young prince was asleep he lay as still as a brick. The only movement was the slight rise and fall of his chest. It was hard to imagine that this was the same boy that tore around from sun up to sun down, terrorizing his parents and sisters with his selfish tantrums. In sleep he was angelic, his face as fresh as a dew drop, making gentle snuffling noises as he breathed, hugging his elongated tail, as long as his tiny bodice, to his chest.

The world was a blur when the young boy snapped his eyes open from his older sister shout, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane. Banshee command momentarily brought him back to the outside world, What are you barking about he rose his cranium to arch his brow at her but after a second he was once again lost as his head fell on the ground. The whole world simply felt low resolution for the boy, a bad quality movie. Confusion blossomed in his heart and he knew that sooner or later he would need to wake up. To stare reality in the face.

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