The sun beat down on him warming him up to his insides. He wasn’t sleeping just relaxing. He always found it hard to sleep when it bright out, it was one of his weaknesses. He began to listen to everything around him to the nature he loved so much. He could hear birds, and running water.
The sounds of the birds caused his mouth to water slightly. Despite that he ignored the urge to go catch one. He also heard one other sound the sound of footsteps. Something was nearing him. He opened his eyes beginning to stand. He was slightly excited that someone was close by.
He wasn’t sure what to do he didn’t want to act as if he had been waiting for the animal. That would be a little creepy. So he began to look at the sky he looked at the clouds. He always liked to make shapes using the clouds.
He giggled to himself when he thought he saw a cloud that looked like him. He sometimes liked to pretend that the clouds were telling him a story. If they were the story that he was seeing would be about him, and by the looks of it someone else as well.
Caliwolfe
