Based on the poem, 'Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"written in 1932 byMary Elizabeth Frye.
He woke that morning like every other for the past week. His throat was scratchy and dry, face stiff, and the taste of salt lingered as he licked his lips. Hiro kept his eyes shut, pretending it still to be that time between sleep and wake, that place of thoughts and darkness.
Hiro let his steady breathing quiet for a moment as he listened to the hush of the morning's wake. He opened his eyes to see the sun was just barely rising, sending streams of light pouring in his window.
The boy sat up and wrapped his blanket around his body, then walked over to the window. There were no words to describe the experience of being able to watch the sun rising that morning.
Hiro sat by the window staring out until Aunt Cass called up that it was time for breakfast. He ignored her, suddenly attracted to the three birds that flew in circles around and around in no particular order. They circled in front of his window for a minute before taking off and flying towards the sun rising in the east.
He sat there, staring after them for a while. The birds, they seemed to be watching him more so than he was watching them. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and then walked back to his bed, laying back down to clear his head.
Not my favorite. I am deviating for a moment tomorrow to bring you a sweet Baymax one-shot amist the Hamadas. It will be longer than the few posted so far. Have a lovely Wednesday