I babysit a 6-year old blonde boy named Cole. He’s a kid of a close neighbor, a single mom, Nora, across the hall. He lost his voice in a car accident when he was 4 in which his dad was also a casualty. It’s been hard for them ever since but I could see them recovering well. A year already passed since they moved in this 3-floor small apartment and I already treated the special mute boy as my little brother.

Cole is overly fond of my place, probably because of the fact that I’m an avid collector of anime figurines and plushies. I dedicated majority of my room and even built cabinets and wall platforms to house them. Needless to say, I took the largest room the apartment could offer. Most of the time I see him doing reenactments of episodes he just watched, mostly Pokemon. He has been always happy whenever my toys surround him. But today, something is different.

but when i wake up, i have to face the world again.

Attention, FLASHING.