Luving this somehow. Thanks to animegurl088, Beladera, Jo31891, and Talon - Wings and a pulse. I like this story.
He woke up suddenly; the sun shining in his eyes.
'Wait. Sun? What? What's a sun?'
But even as he thought this, he knew what it was. He knew that it was the light shining around his room. Just as he now knew what light was. And the names of many of the other things that were now in his room. Which actually looked like a room now.
There was drawer next to his soft bed, and a lamp on the drawer. There was a desk and a chair near the window, which was letting the light in. And he could now actually see seven wonderfully painted walls. There were even three doors. One that he knew led to the bathroom, the other: the closet, and the other... For some reason, he didn't want to open that one.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew the window open and as Harry went to close it, he saw a beautiful flower garden.
He called to the little boy sitting on the bed, "Harry, Harry! Look! A garden!" For he now knew that the little boy's name was Harry. Again, he knew the name seemed familiar.
And so little Harry wandered up to the window and was barely able to peak outside. Once he did, though, he gaped in fascination.
Harry chuckled softly. "Here." And he sat him on the window sill.
They watched for a while. Soaking in the beautiful sunshine, flowers, butterflies, and all the nature in general.
After that, they took a bath; Harry washing the little one's hair. Then they decided to look at the garden some more.
"I wonder who it belongs to", Harry pondered aloud.
Out of nowhere, a voice answered back, "Why, to you of course."
Without even thinking that the bodiless voice was strange, Harry answered back. "Really?"
The voice chuckled. "Yes. You and little Harry are welcomed to go outside to enjoy it further."
"What do you think, Harry? Wanna go outside?" He looked at the boy.
Little Harry shook his head.
"Then I guess we'll just stay here."
And they did. They stared out the window for a while, the soft lullaby filling the room once more.
"I... I'm hungry."
He looked at the table and found that two bowls of soup had been placed on it.
Harry went over and picked up a spoon. He was about to start eating when he noticed that little Harry hadn't moved.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
The boy shook his head.
Harry looked down at the soup.
"Then I guess I won't either."
The food faded away.
He went back to the window and noticed that the garden had turned dark purple. And the sky seemed to have disappeared.
The lullaby floated through the air.
The sunshine was gone, and so were the flowers.
I think the story will make more sense later. I don't know. Please review.
