The Urban Wall (small story section)

[Adrius Frostglare]

((This thread focuses on small stories, usually less than 300 words or so, revolving around a theme. First, post your theme (this will also serve as your title) and then write a small story, be it real or fictional, about that. You can even have a small explanation at the end of the story to explain it.))

Dreams

The house. Within his domain, he walked about the walls. He ate in the kitchen, slept in the bedroom, played in the parlor. How he loved his home. He would never trade anything for it.

He was afraid of the outside world, however. Who wouldn't be? There was a frightening world there and daily his house was tormented and bashed against by that same world. He tried to look out to see what it was, that he might gather his courage and fix whatever was wrong. However, from his home, the windows were too blurry to reveal much. He refused to go out blindly. As such, he remained, trapped in his little home.

There was one room, however, that he only visited on rare occasion. It was harmless, really, a little attic that went up from his bedroom. He sometimes forgot he even had it and, indeed, forgot what he saw there, but he did know that there was a little window there. Yet, the attic was dark and frightening, but it had another vantage point at the highest part of the house.

So, he mustered his courage, rising up to that attic room. He stared into the blackness, the odd shapes and figures that could be anything in the dank area, old things that he had stuffed away long ago. Then, he saw it: the window. He saw it so clearly, so clean, so bright that sunlight poured through it.

He smiled as he walked toward it and stared... stared at the world outside and saw what he'd failed to see before.

((Here's a little explanation, unless you want to figure it out yourselves:

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