...Not a normal installment today. Just like yesterday's, it wasn't easy figuring out where to go with this, but I like it.
That being said, it's Christmas, and I am a Catholic; so while I tend not to include so many religious themes in my writings here, just be prepared for something different.
Perry pawed the door; one boy was still awake. Phineas was unmoving, resting his forehead on folded hands.
Perry was practically asleep when Phineas began stroking him. "Ah, Perry," the boy whispered. "What a great year. We need to be grateful."
Perry soon fell asleep, leaving Phineas alone again. Not a zealously religious man, Phineas was disappointed to so rarely find himself in a position of prayer.
But Christmas would always change that about him, at least for one night. He went to sleep smiling that night, the messages of 365 best days ever having been lifted from his shoulders.
Hope everyone has had/is having a wonderful Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/etc. Whatever you're celebrating, have a happy that.
Unlessyou'reatheistinwhichcaseNOTHING.