[Sunny tried to imagine that… and what his brain came up with was a verifiable utopian garden, filled with all sorts of colors and tastes. There, shadows would not reach, the air filled with an abundance of light and cheer. Even winter, with its chill, would seem brighter there…
It was almost like something out of a dream. Sunny could almost see it, smell the fruity scents in the air…
And then her remark brought him back down to earth.]
Mhmm… [He nodded though… ‘strange’ was one way to put it. Sunny would have said not having hunger was almost ‘nice.’ Outside of nightmares, his stomach grumbling had been the most persistent thing to wake him from his idealistic slumber.
Which meant he had to get out of bed, go down the stairs, watch as the shadows from the window elongated into wispy trails, feather-light touches, a creeping darkness…
He may have paled slightly at the remembrance - it was hard to tell, he was still so pale here - but he didn’t want to worry Frieda with all of that.]
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It was almost like something out of a dream. Sunny could almost see it, smell the fruity scents in the air…
And then her remark brought him back down to earth.]
Mhmm… [He nodded though… ‘strange’ was one way to put it. Sunny would have said not having hunger was almost ‘nice.’ Outside of nightmares, his stomach grumbling had been the most persistent thing to wake him from his idealistic slumber.
Which meant he had to get out of bed, go down the stairs, watch as the shadows from the window elongated into wispy trails, feather-light touches, a creeping darkness…
He may have paled slightly at the remembrance - it was hard to tell, he was still so pale here - but he didn’t want to worry Frieda with all of that.]