Post by Alfred Jones on Jun 16, 2011 22:27:59 GMT
Sleeping on the couch at some persons house might not have been the most comfortable for some people, let alone Alfred, but he once again found himself here, time and time again. However, he found that he also rather liked the couch, and after he settled down he fell asleep rather quickly, and began to dream.
He could see he was in a rather large field, grass moving softly with the wind. There was a reason he was here. Walking through the somewhat long grass, he soon came to a rather large barn, and outside of it was...Well, it looked like a very primitive airplane. There were two men there, though he couldn't seem to make out their faces. He and them were talking about something, but their voices were muted. He could feel that he couldn't stop smiling...He could feel a sense of accomplishment, and joy, and pride for...Something. The men, possibly.
A few more words were exchanged, but then he pulled what seemed to be some form of a helmet on, and goggles, before he headed towards the contraption. Sizing it up,and despite it being blurry eventually he climbed in. Checking the controls, he then gave a thumbs up, and the two men returned it with a silent laugh before pushing the plane by the wings...He was coming to a hill, a steep one, and he felt that he was going to fall and get hurt.
At the last moment before the plane started rolling down the hill, the wings caught the wind, and he...Soared. His eyes were wide, and he felt a moment of fear, but then the joy over took him, and he flew for a good three minutes. The plane chased the sky and trying to climb higher and higher, all while he could hear something finally, the sound of wind, loud and free.
However, the plane couldn't stay up for long, and soon it made its descent, falling rather rapidly before it crashed, at least a mile away from the barn, into a hill. The wing had crumpled a bit, and one of the wheels had snapped off, and he could feel himself in a bit of pain as he had fallen off from the impact. But he couldn't deny there was a huge grin on his face, and he lay there for a good while, eyes on the bright blue sky.
When the two men finally caught up to him, looking worried and seemingly calling his name, he just looked up at them. The grin was still there, and he could feel his eyes watered slightly, but not from pain. It was pride, at their accomplishments. And then, for the first time in the dream he heard sound other than the wind, and it was from his own mouth.
"Good job, but it's gonna need a lot more work to fly higher than that!"
Alfred woke as the two men looked at eachother, then began to laugh, and he stared at Arthur television for a good half an hour, a happy smile on his face. Only when Arthur came out and asked if he was awake did he move, more cheerful than he even was usually and ready to take on the world.
He could see he was in a rather large field, grass moving softly with the wind. There was a reason he was here. Walking through the somewhat long grass, he soon came to a rather large barn, and outside of it was...Well, it looked like a very primitive airplane. There were two men there, though he couldn't seem to make out their faces. He and them were talking about something, but their voices were muted. He could feel that he couldn't stop smiling...He could feel a sense of accomplishment, and joy, and pride for...Something. The men, possibly.
A few more words were exchanged, but then he pulled what seemed to be some form of a helmet on, and goggles, before he headed towards the contraption. Sizing it up,and despite it being blurry eventually he climbed in. Checking the controls, he then gave a thumbs up, and the two men returned it with a silent laugh before pushing the plane by the wings...He was coming to a hill, a steep one, and he felt that he was going to fall and get hurt.
At the last moment before the plane started rolling down the hill, the wings caught the wind, and he...Soared. His eyes were wide, and he felt a moment of fear, but then the joy over took him, and he flew for a good three minutes. The plane chased the sky and trying to climb higher and higher, all while he could hear something finally, the sound of wind, loud and free.
However, the plane couldn't stay up for long, and soon it made its descent, falling rather rapidly before it crashed, at least a mile away from the barn, into a hill. The wing had crumpled a bit, and one of the wheels had snapped off, and he could feel himself in a bit of pain as he had fallen off from the impact. But he couldn't deny there was a huge grin on his face, and he lay there for a good while, eyes on the bright blue sky.
When the two men finally caught up to him, looking worried and seemingly calling his name, he just looked up at them. The grin was still there, and he could feel his eyes watered slightly, but not from pain. It was pride, at their accomplishments. And then, for the first time in the dream he heard sound other than the wind, and it was from his own mouth.
"Good job, but it's gonna need a lot more work to fly higher than that!"
Alfred woke as the two men looked at eachother, then began to laugh, and he stared at Arthur television for a good half an hour, a happy smile on his face. Only when Arthur came out and asked if he was awake did he move, more cheerful than he even was usually and ready to take on the world.