The night wraps its cold, dark hands around the sun
The little blue bird pecks at the ground, seeming to ask for consultion
The wolf howls at the moon, begging for forgiveness for the blank sins he has commited
The tree blew in the wind, swaying back and forth impatiently, as if to dance to the music the wind provided
And then, the sun overwhlemed the darkness and found it's way back up to the top, while slowly pushing the dark farther and farther to the bottom of time
The boy stares at the girl, wishing he could heal her broken soul, and hear the words that she longed to say. Because the first thing the boy thought of when he woke up was "Peyton"