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Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.
-Albert Einstein
People often say not to let your imagination run away with you, but would they tell Albert Einstein that? One wouldn't think so, after all who would warn the person who might have been the smartest man alive? Not too many people most likely. Imagination can be a gift in some occasions. It can provide comfort for someone who might be lacking it in reality, it could also act as an escape if you will from the harsh realities of real life. But even imagination can only do so much. Reality strikes hard and when you least expect it. Which is where our story brings us today to a quiet little family in the midst of Tokyo
"Mom! Dad! Come quick! Hurry!" A child's voice rang out through the hallway as a much older man in a blue bathrobe groaned. This had to be the fifth time this week that he heard that call. Glancing over to his wife who was sleeping soundly beside him, the man put on his slippers and shuffled out of his room, making sure to quietly close the door behind him so as not to disturb his wife from her sleep. Making his way down to the room across the hall from his/his wife's, he opened the door and glanced around.
"Nemo? What is it this time?"
As the older man addressed his son, a tuft of black hair slowly poked up from under his covers. Pushing the blanket back, a frightened expression appeared on Nemo's face as he glanced up at his father. The man he could always depend on to help him if he needed it!
"Dad? I think their's something in my closet."
"...Nemo. We've talked about this. How many nights are you gonna keep me and your mother up for this?" His father asked, almost scolding his son. He supposed he couldn't blame Nemo for having an overactive imagination. At ten years old, he supposed that was ordinary for a child. But it was becoming quite a problem as it seemed to be happening every other night. Making his way over to the closet, Nemo's father began to pull it open as Nemo gripped onto his covers.
Once the door was finally pulled back, what did both of them see? A monster of gigantic proportions ready to gobble Nemo up or some kind of eldritich being that just so happened to take up residence in a ten year old boy's closet?
Nope. Nothing was in there except for Nemo's clothes hung up on hangers and board games that didn't really see much use due to a lack of people to play it with. Closing the closet, Nemo's father sighed as he sat down on the foot of the bed and looked over at his son.
"Nemo? I understand that at your age, this is probably all well and good. But you know how early your mother and I need to get up for work right? You know how much sleep we need, don't you son?"
"I...I know dad but-"
"Nemo!"
Nemo winced at the strong tone his father suddenly took with him. He knew how busy his mother and father were with work and how stressed out it made them. He didn't wish to cause them any more trouble. But it was natural to call your parents when you weren't sure about something right? Noticing the hurt expression on his son's face, Nemo's father sighed as he leaned over and began to rustle his son's hair.
"I'm not mad at you, son. I just want you to be sure that there aren't any monsters. I know you may think there are but I've shown you time and time again that the only thing you have to worry about coming from your closet? Is dust bunnies!" He'd say before tickling Nemo's stomach causing the child to break out in a fit of laughter.
"Goodnight Nemo. Get some shut eye, okay?"
"Alright dad, I love you!"
"I love you too, son." With that, Nemo's father gave his son one more encouraging pat on the head before pulling the blanket back over him. Making his way over to Nemo's bedroom door, he'd open up the door and waved to his son before shutting his door. Waving back, Nemo waited until the door was closed and he could no longer hear his father's footsteps to toss off his covers and tip-toe over to his window.
He knew fully well that no monsters lived in his closet, there was no room in there! Where would they sleep and where would they use the restroom? The same went for under his bed! What if there was an earthquake and the bed collapsed? Then his friend would be stuck! But just in case his dad or mom ever got suspicious, he had to keep insisting there were things hiding in those places! Because if they were so sure that there were no things as monsters, whether they be hiding in closets or under beds? They'd never suspect to one to simply come waltzing in through the window.
Walking up to the window next to his bed, Nemo pressed up the locks so he could push the window open. Letting a shiver out as the cold wind blew past him, Nemo smiled as he glanced out. The night sky always looked so pretty!
"C'mon, where are they...? They're supposed to be here!" Nemo complained as he continued to glance around outside the window. All that there seemed to be however were grey clouds and a black sky. Just who was Nemo waiting for?
@Hospes