Greg whispered as he poked his sleeping father in the eye. Standing on his tiptoes he had just enough stretch in his fingers to reach the edge of his dad’s left eye. He had wanted to peel back the lid to see if his dad was faking, but he couldn’t manage it. So, he poked. Several times.
A giant hand emerged from under the covers to fly-swat Greg’s fingers away. With a grumble and a series of popping joints, the sleeping giant rolled closer to the eagerly awake child.
“Daddy,” he whispered again, prying open the man’s right eye and peering into its depths, a wild grin dancing in time with his mischievous eyes. “Come on, it’s starting. Come and watch with me, please.”
There was urgency in Greg’s tiny voice and that, more than having his eye prodded, roused the father from slumber. “What is starting?”
“The sky is being reborn!” The excitement in Greg’s voice carried it from whisper to shout and bounced the words around the four walls of the bedroom.
Unseen, stealth under the covers, Greg’s mom gently shoved her husband towards the edge of the bed, encouraging him to get up and take their child to watch the sunrise and leave her in peace to catch a few more minutes of peace, or face the consequences.
Slippers on, yawning, Greg’s dad shuffled from the room, haltingly being pulled by the exuberant boy. He longed to stop and fill his hand with a warm mug of coffee, but time would not allow such indulgences. The porch beckoned. Morning was coming quickly.
“What do you mean, ‘the sky is being reborn?'”
The mumbled words might have seemed unintelligible, but Greg had no problem deciphering their meaning. He’d had five years to learn the language of sleepy Daddy. “Oh Dad, stop being silly.”
“No, really,” he rubbed his eyes and closed the screen door behind him as he stepped into full consciousness, “what did you mean by that?”
“Well, every night the sky dies, right? So, every morning it must be reborn!” Greg was practically jumping in anticipation of the revival.
His father, on the other hand, scrunched up his face into the same one he made when he claimed his head hurt sometimes on the late afternoons of days that had run too long. “The dying sky…?”
A moment later as the first hint of orange caressed the horizon and began to push away the dark, life over taking death, understanding dawned. “Greg, night is just night, the sky doesn’t actually die!”
Greg was too engrossed in the miracle he was witnessing to hear his father’s words.
I’ve been meaning write something happy and silly for a couple days, and this week’s Inspiration Monday prompts provided the perfect opportunity:
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
THE DYING SKY
FOR THE LAST TIME
73 thoughts on “the sky reborn”
That is very sweet 🙂
I was going for silly… but, I’ll take sweet as a consolation. 😉
That was precious. 🙂
Lovely. Just lovely.
Great stuff. Brings to my mind the boy in Ray Bradbury’s “Dandelion Wine” who goes up on the rooftop and orchestrates the sun to rise.
Oh! That sounds awesome. I’m going to have to look that up and add it to my to-read list!
Baby C says, “The sun is waking, Daddy!”
That’s. Adorable. 😀
The Prince will have his own sayings, no doubt. Just wait.
I’m waiting as patiently as I can!
Don’t rush it. Time already goes by too quickly.
I know… but, if he could just tell us what he needs it would make some things go so much smoother!!!
Not really. He’ll tell you he wants something, then by the time you have it prepared for him he’ll want something else. My child can’t be the only one who does that…
He already does that. He knows a few signs for things, and as we are busy trying to get him what he signed for, he’ll get distracted by something else and completely forget that he so urgently needed something moments before.
Ah, to be so young… and have so much energy… and to be so silly.
Well…I’m not young. Nor do I have boundless energy. But I’m still silly. Yes, I’m proud.
Hooray for silliness!
I know you know!
No more Matrix quotes!!
That was from Bill and Ted.
That was from every Keenu movie ever made.
I was wondering if you’d catch that. I was gonna go with Point Break next. Then maybe Speed.
Wait! Did he have a “Whoa” moment in the Day the Earth Stood Still remake?
Idk. Never seen it.
I haven’t seen it either. I think it is safe to assume there is.
Nice take on the prompt.
It’s amazing how kids interpret things sometimes.
Yep. Can’t wait for the Little Prince to start talking so we can hear how he sees the world.
Children are full of such words…….treasures
Truth, of course.
love them no matter what….. even when they are poking you in the eye……….. i know
The Little Prince put his foot in my mouth last night… It was the cutest thing ever. We were snuggling up, so he would calm down and fall asleep, and then in his tossing and turning to get comfortable he flipped around so his feet were in my face, and then he deliberating starting shoving his toes into my mouth…
I bet this is one of the stories you are going to tell his girlfriend and embarrass the little prince……..
wait for the day, your time will come…… lolz
Funny. Maybe. Though, I doubt I will even remember that moment when he is old enough to have a girlfriend.
Make a secret baby book …….. you know …… so you can show it to his gfs and bffs
Hah! Okay, that’s a good idea! I’ll see what I can throw together.
Oh they grow up so fast…..
I’m seeing that!
I’d heard it, of course, but it’s not something you fully understand until you witness it firsthand.
I am the oldest in the family; grew up with many siblings and cousins and then I went off to college……. they all grew up like giants weeds within the six years I spent there……beanpoles the lot of them…… and cocky as hell…
beanpoles and cocky?
they’d fit right in with my family!
Such a lovely way to look at it, DJ! Well done.
I totally got lost in that it was awesome! I love love sunsets/rises. More sets since during rises I’m sleeping! lol
I’m usually awake for both, and I truly enoy both too. 😀
Well at least if you have to be awake that early, there are sunsets!
oops yes! am i dreaming? lol
probably not, but how could we really know for sure.
i know right?!
Maybe… It’s hard to say, since I don’t know!
well if you don’t know and i don’t know ????
I guess not
That’s probably how it is supposed to be.
From the mouths of babes…
🙂 not at all silly!! But Happy, Sweet, Cute and innocence abundant! Loved it!!!
Okay, that all works for me! I’m glad you liked it, thank you.
That’s so cute. I wrote about the dying sky, too. Except mine was doom and gloom and I depressed myself. So I threw a little cutie at the end. I think the kid in your story is as cute as a button. Excellent job. I’m not so depressed now. Lucy
Hooray. Glad my little bit of cuteness could bring you out of the doom and gloom! I’ll pop over and read your story as soon as I can!
You’ll just be depressed. There should be a warning on it. Lucy
I consider myself fairly warned.
In a way, the sky is reborn. This is cute^^
It’s a truth, for sure, just a different perspective than we’d normally think. 😀
Methinks Greg will grow up a poet. And I love him!!!
Grow up a poet? He’s already a poet! 😀 And, yes, he is awesome.
[…] Greg and his father stood on the porch, the elder’s forearms and the child’s chin sharing space next to each other on the wooden railing. Greg had to stand on his tip toes and stretch his neck to get his chin over the beam. His little fingers clamped on to balance him in place. […]
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