Tommy had lived in this tower his whole life, along with his older brother dream. Dream had taken him in at a young age, when his biological family had abandoned him, Dream was his savior from death. Tommy owed his life to dream, and he knew this, oh he knew this well. Dream protected him, Dream cared for him, and without Dream, Tommy would be nothing. A dead man so to say. So maybe that's why it took Tommy so long to ask to go listen to the music.
Every year on the day Dream said Tommy's birthday was, music played. The type of music that made you want to get up and dance along to it. Though it was never loud enough for Tommy to do so, and Dream never let him out to go listen. But maybe now that hes sixteen, Dream might let him. Bring him to go see the music, and hell show him some of the world. Tommy could hide his bright colored feathers easily with a cloak of some sorts. So maybe this year Dream would say yes.
Tommy wasn't aware how wishful this thinking was at the time, he wish he did though.
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23 Feb 2021