These Old Bones

I was only eight when I first saw my dad’s skeleton. I screamed and told my mom. She sent me to bed and told me I was having a nightmare. I woke up in the morning to see my father sitting at the foot of my bed. He explained to me that every night, his flesh would melt off of his body and hide in a little wooden box. This was how he kept himself looking young. He handed me the box and immediately vaporized. Gone for good. Now, I have his ability. I’ll look young forever. Or at least until my son discovers these old bones loungin’ around.