Eidolic
An hour before Alfred's Snoopy alarm goes off, Arthur trudges back in through the wall, curling up in the corner where he always does and falling asleep almost instantly.
When Alfred wakes up, he doesn't wake the faded, ghostly figure. Instead, he hurriedly draws a messy picture in unsteady lines of crayon, and leaves it on the floor for him.
Arthur stirs, his nose itching, and blinks bemusedly down at the mess of colors on paper before him, and then smiles at Alfred's terrible spelling.
I had a dreem! you where a night and youu fighted a dragon reel good!
Posted: June 21, 2016
Word Count: 100