Pen

A Story by Zachary Esher

"Inspire Me"

Dear Pen,

Tender dreamer whose ear rests gently upon my pillow.
I am the soft voice that whispers sweet lullabies, as you drip through the cracks of splintered floorboards. Let us gain momentum. Let us play in the sandbox we’ve created. Exploring the castle constructed with the buckets from whence you arrived. Watch it come alive, as the drawbridge opens, and horses and armored knights pour out. Fleeing from the flames of a dragon in pursuit.

My sweet child, I’ve built a universe for you. Just lift your head and you will see it.

A lush forest. A fawn pushing pine-cones with it’s nose as her mother sips dew from the leaves. From the North you feel the winds frigid sting against your cheek. There you witness the struggle of a man. He’s holding on to his best friends hand as he hangs from the edge of a snowy mountain peak.

Look up to the heavens, and gaze at the beauty of the aurora so close. If you reach out to it, you can stir it with your finger. Admire the shimmer of a million stars, and flick a few! Watch them shoot off as each wish you’ve ever made comes true.

Your’s Always ,

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