Chapter 3: Light Up The Night
My head feels fuzzy.
Wait, I don't really have a head. My petals feel tingly. That's better. More Accurate.
Still, reorienting myself was painful. And considering I was literally rooted to the ground, it raised some questions I didn't quite like. My petals were still alight so that was a good sign. Though, a soft touch against the stem of my body did wonders to clear my mind up and open my eyes.
The eyes of the human child were abnormally large from this perspec-
Woah! "Waah!" Bad Touch, Bad Touch! Didn't your mom ever teach you not to go poking somebody while they're sleeping.
Uh, You didn't have to jump that far back kid, you almost fell off your- oh. *Thud* Well, that was kind of an overreaction wasn't it.
"Owwwww…"
That wasn't very smart of you kid. Or should I say bright? Heh, Sunflower jokes.
"W-what are you?"
Never seen a sunflower before?
"Not… not one that talks"
That's… fair. Not sure how I talk either. Just kind of woke up here, and have no idea what all this is. Though, I seem to know at least a little bit about a lot of different things which is… weird.
Hey, why are you getting closer to me now? No, don't stop approaching me. I've been stuck here for my whole life and I'd like to actually see more than four colorful walls and a doorway. I can't even look outside, you guys placed me here facing the wrong direction, who even does that?
The Child's fingers stop millimeters from the pot.
"I… I should get Mom. She'll probably know what to do."
Then take me with you. It saves you a trip back, there's no chance of your mom not believing you, and, most importantly, I get to get out of this room!
"Uh…"
The young child pulls their hand back a little. The disappointment is immeasurable.
"Okay."
The feeling of skin upon the pot sends a shiver up straight to my highest petal and the world blurs.
"Heh heh! Th-that tickles."
Why… Why was I pressing my face against the kid's wrist? I feel like I was doing something? But… I can't remember…
Weird.
Sorry, you surprised me.
"It, uhm, it's okay Mr. Flower."
Mr? I'm a girl. Thank you very much. You can call me Sunny, got it.
"Oh, okay, Mrs. Sunny." That's not what I, oh whatever. It works. Mrs. Sunny it is. Makes me feel old though.
I pull myself back up as the kid grabs the pot with both hands. No reaction this time, thankfully. With a great deal of shuffling, and wobbling, the kid stands at the edge of their bed, sunflower in hand. Their breath makes the petals flutter and flower bend.
Hey, watch the breathing.
"S-sorry."
Now held a little to the side the child makes his way to the doorway. Yes, forward my human slave. To freedom.
He stops in front of the doorway.
"Uhm, what's a slave?"
That's not important (I don't actually know honestly, but I think it's meant to be an insult), why'd you stop?
"Oh, uhm… it's a little… dark…"
The sunflower had, in fact, stopped glowing. When did that happen how did I not notice Well, there's a simple solution to that.
Suddenly, the sunflower begins to glow once more. Stronger than before, stronger than expected, lighting up the night, or at least a large chunk of space around the kid.
Bright enough for you?
"Wow…"
Enough gawking, forward my steed!
And the Child travels into the dark, guided by the glowing petals of an odd Sunflower.