by Abraham
Slothface
A hole on the floor
in the middle of his bedroom.
He keeps on falling into it
every time he got up from his bed
and he can't go to school.
He spent years to fix it up himself, knowing that
his dad can't afford the repair,
but every time he tried the hole gets deeper,
and deeper, and deeper,
and his mum keeps calling him
for lunch when he's at work.
He tried to fill it up with tears, and he can't,
everyone knows that he can't,
but he never asked for his mum's and dad's.
He figured out to think of all the time he failed them,
and after that every time he wake up
he fell into a salty pool, and blamed his parents
for never having enough for him
to take swimming lessons.
Until one day, the Devil himself
came dripping out of the hole and ask him
"Do you wanna trade your soul
for swimming lessons?"
"No,
I wanna give my soul for a new home, a new room
with no hole in the middle of it.
I'm sick and tired of falling into it every time
I wake up and I can't go to school!"
"Well, that's easy.
In fact you'll not just get a new home
and a new room with perfect floor,
you'll get a new set of parents too!
A new mum and dad for free!"
During dinner
he look into his father's tired eyes,
and his mother's dull face,
and wonders if he could ever
replace them.
Yesterday, he's awake at midnight
and finally his foot hit the floor again.
He bent his fingers and it breaks,
and he smiled, and he thought of how tomorrow
he could wake up and go to school to read,
write and learn. And play with his friends until dark.
Then he could do it all again and again.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Again and again.
Day by day
until he's old enough
to do things that a man would do,
to do things that fathers would do.
Things that makes mother's life worth the vow.
And he went back to sleep. Having it all planned well
for tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow.
When he opened his eyes in the morning
he raised his fist to the ceiling
and jumped out of his bed,
straight into the hole on the floor
in the middle of his bedroom.
