So, Tom stays at the festival
“Tom, you’re such a brave boy,” one man said, ruffling Tom’s hair.
A woman with a powdered face and pointy nails scratched his arm, “Thank you for sharing your dog. I am so sorry.”
Moriah sidled up next to Tom, and held his hand, “Thank you, Tom. You saved my life. I’m real sorry that Christopher got hurt.”
“Thanks, Moriah. I am glad that you are okay,” Tom sighed. “I just miss him, you know?”
“Yeah, I know,” she dropped his hand and scurried away from him.
Tom walked through the festival not seeing anything. It all blurred into colors and shapes. Tom’s teacher handed him a red slush drink. He took it without realizing and continued walking. He sat down on a bench and watched the festival unfold. His eyes drooped. Snap. He jumped awake to a small floating human hovering just above his nose.
“Just what do you think you’re doing sleeping at a time like this?” this woman in a green body suit and pink hair chastised him.
“Um, I don’t know. I was just—it is just so much,” Tom sputtered.
“My name is Lucinda, and I am going to go on an adventure. Wanna come?” She rested one hand on her hip and pouted.