“THE SLEEPING BOY”  by 451pjd

A warm lidless eye peeked over the wood, peering down at the stirring village, wondering if it would ever catch these people asleep. Little did it know (or care) that on the day that it would—a day that would come all too soon—the sleep would be irreversible. Unencumbered by that information, the sun erupted over the trees and spread its yellowness like an unfurling golden rose.

The only person in the village who did possess that knowledge was, in fact, wrestling with it rather subconsciously. With a prophet’s half-blind eye, he could sense it—in dreams, nightmares. A good distance away from Nick and Chris, who slumbered deeply upon the blanketed haystack near the door, Henry tussled with his nightmares. A sheen of sweat gleamed on his skin, although the night had not been that warm, and his breathing grew ragged. It was only at morning’s coming, finally, that his contorted face and twitching fists stilled with the waft of a cool breeze that eased through the wall cracks to smooth the deep line between his brows.

Right before they struck.

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