Theme #3: Light
He seemed to rise with the sun. No matter what time of night he slipped into unconsciousness, he always arose as the sun peeked over the horizon.
Maybe it was just another way of escaping his night terrors. He had lost his light at such a young age and no matter how hard he had searched, it remained elusive. He secretly longed for that light again.
The sun filled his usually dark, cold room with its beams of radiance. He stretched as he arose from his bed. He dressed in his usual attire and opened the door. He paused in his doorway and turned to stare out of the window.
"I will find you someday, wherever you are," he vowed as he turned into the hallway and shut his door, locking the sun's light in his room.