(entering from mess hall)
Anthony entered and closed the door to his room. He was still trying to wrap it around his head the fact that this was his home now. It was all so depressing. He slumped down on the bed and grabbed his stero's remote control. Classical music played quietly, and he closed his eyes. keeping in his head the image of his old house back in virgina when he was a kid. It was a large beachouse, one of two houses his mom took him to frequently. At this beachouse he could play all day in the warm sand and run up and down just ahead of the lapping waves of the sea. He used to stand and look out over the ocean, wondering if he were to walk across the water and to the end of the horizon, would he fall. But then the boats came up from the horizon, so unless they could sprout wings, that wasn't logical. He decided when he was old enough, he'd get a boat and sail as far as the horizon, just to see what was out there. But he couldn't do that now.
He turned over on his side, very tired, and tried to go to sleep, keeping that warm, safe imagery in his head that he might dream about it.
Anthony entered and closed the door to his room. He was still trying to wrap it around his head the fact that this was his home now. It was all so depressing. He slumped down on the bed and grabbed his stero's remote control. Classical music played quietly, and he closed his eyes. keeping in his head the image of his old house back in virgina when he was a kid. It was a large beachouse, one of two houses his mom took him to frequently. At this beachouse he could play all day in the warm sand and run up and down just ahead of the lapping waves of the sea. He used to stand and look out over the ocean, wondering if he were to walk across the water and to the end of the horizon, would he fall. But then the boats came up from the horizon, so unless they could sprout wings, that wasn't logical. He decided when he was old enough, he'd get a boat and sail as far as the horizon, just to see what was out there. But he couldn't do that now.
He turned over on his side, very tired, and tried to go to sleep, keeping that warm, safe imagery in his head that he might dream about it.
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