well im alive just a lot of things happend and my live conditions change and i cant draw any agere thing without someone seeing me soo... look theres a fic and some doodles in competation (i probably would disappear a whole year again)
pd: sorry any mistake english isnt my first language and i think im not too good writing
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And then he woke up looking at the wall. Where was it? He didn't remember that place, in panic looked around. Everything was dark except for…
The ceiling covered with stars was very pretty. stretched out an arm trying to touch the pretty stars without being able to reach them; pouts and stretches the other, now with both arms outstretched… He still wasn’t even close to touching them.
Whines annoyed and still a little tired stands up just now, noticing that he is in bed, now stand, he finally manages to reach out and touch them.
They are pretty and shiny, and their texture is just a plain plastic and a bit pointy, but still pretty. Let out a happy giggle, despite his initial fear about where he is, about that.
Looks around again; Now his vision more used to the darkness, remembers, he is in the circus, he is in his room and he feels somewhat little.
Whimpers again and falls into a sitting position on his bed, his gaze taking in the stars on the ceiling and the rest of the objects in the room.
After a few minutes, reluctantly gets up even if he doesn't want to and feels too little to stand, he forces himself to do it.
Frowns, his body feeling heavy, his steps somewhat clumsy and almost falling every few steps.
Finally, for what felt like an eternity, reaches the lamp in the corner of the room, looks up at the stars on the ceiling one last time, waving a hand as if saying goodbye to the stars, and turns on the light.
Immediately frowns and squints, taking a moment to get used to the light blinking and rubbing his eyes a little annoyed, looks back at his bed.
He still feels a little tired, but he doesn't want to sleep again. Looking away right at the table in the other corner of his room maybe he could draw
Even though wobbles a little, walks until he reaches the table, sitting down only to remember that, although he feels little, unfortunately he is not and he is very big and cannot fit properly in his chair with his legs in an uncomfortable position.
Whine and kick, upset with the chair for being too small and with his body for being too big on other moment maybe someone else would calm him down, but right now he is alone
After a few minutes of complaining he finally calms down or at least stops fighting and complaining to the nothing.
His thumb at some point found its way to his mouth and knows it's wrong and bad and dirty but there's no one to stop him and that fact bothers him more.
Small upset tears form in his eyes, sniffle, he doesn't want to draw anymore, gets up walking as fast as he can back to bed, covering himself with his blankets while a couple of tears fall down his face.
Maybe if he goes back to sleep, he won't be so alone.
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its a bit self indulgent and the start its based in something than happends to me commonly i just wake up little and cant remember where i am until i see the little stars in my wall and touch them, they where a gift from a friend and well... maybe the ones than jax have also a friend give it to him but who knows
