They Just Fade Away...
~A Peek Into The Future~
He's getting old.
He can feel that in his bones.
The small lines around his eyes, and the tiredness at the end of each day. It's harder to get up at the break of dawn. It has become easier to stare at the computer screen and all of a sudden get lost in his thoughts. His muscles are still there. His stomach is still flat. He's still stronger, tougher, calmer than most of the men. He has yet to find the very first grey hair. But still.
He's both the same and a different man.
And he's getting old.
Like his father and grandfathers. His cousins. His elder brother. His friends. And his father-in-law. He lets out a silent sigh as he watches his wife and twin sons play in the snow. Their cat, a Halloween gift from Tank, comes out of nowhere and starts rubbing itself against his leg. He puts down his coffee mug. He picks up the purring black cat. The house smells of caramel and cinnamon. Stephanie's laughter rings in his ears. They walk under the mistletoe.
~END OF TATT TWENTY-FIVE: IF I HAVE A LITTLE BOY~