Dallas

I know little of the left-handy man in the mirror. Verily, he is a busy man with all of his clever inventions and his social situations. He is a man one would strive to be and one Leo despises and envies dearly.

Of course, the right-handed Leo is not one of uselessness. He is a skilled inventor himself! And he is able to joke over any pain! Is such not a marvelous skill to hold on this day and age? To avoid the pain as much as one would desire?

It matters little to the inferior, right-handed Leo is unaware of such skill he owns. No, more accurately— he believes his joyous jokes fall short in comparison to the left-handed man's own. He has friends, he is accepted and most importantly; he is no monster.

The flames this man wields doesn't burn down the hearth but instead lights the furnace for the freezing children. His accomplishments put him on equal equilibrium to whatever racing thoughts pace the lefty's mind.

His Attention Deficit Disorder doesn't make him less organized, in-fact, the untrained eye would say it makes the man superior. Superior in a way the right-handed Leonidas Samuel Valdez could only dream of.

Three sharp knocks awaken the man from his sober stupor of staring into the dusty mirror of his quarters and releases him back to the world of the awake. Of those superior and better than him.