He was somewhere once.
A rooftop. Looking out.
Saw lots of mountains. And a sky.
He saw lots of things.
What else? Birds? Sunrise?
A low-hanging cloud.
But, that's not where he was.
He was home. In bed.
That's where he is now. Thinking of the time.
Now he's got it:
He was sitting on the mantle with a small piece of twine--roped around his tooth--
feeling something like an echo. His parents were drinking coffee and smiling. They had on bathrobes.
Slowly forgetting things.
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