3:24 am.
A clock read so. Big, bold, hung against a blue wall. Three photographs hung beside it, including a blue-haired man on his wedding day; with his sister; and with his wife and children. These were much older pictures, but one look this man now would trick a person - he hadn't aged. Instead, this early morn, his yellow eyes glared at the clock's second hand, slack-jawed. An eyebrow twitched and he groaned.
Sleep meant nothing. Not to him. While the household slumbered, he passed the time through other means. Infomercials used to entertain him, but they ran the same ones every night for months. A comic bounty waited in the basement, and he read every book. Why read again in his dreary mood? His current video game, Zana's Tale, proved
A clock read so. Big, bold, hung against a blue wall. Three photographs hung beside it, including a blue-haired man on his wedding day; with his sister; and with his wife and children. These were much older pictures, but one look this man now would trick a person - he hadn't aged. Instead, this early morn, his yellow eyes glared at the clock's second hand, slack-jawed. An eyebrow twitched and he groaned.
Sleep meant nothing. Not to him. While the household slumbered, he passed the time through other means. Infomercials used to entertain him, but they ran the same ones every night for months. A comic bounty waited in the basement, and he read every book. Why read again in his dreary mood? His current video game, Zana's Tale, proved