Sunday Scribblings -- Big Dreams

This week's word is Big Dreams.

Four foot nine, eighty six pounds, with the build of a seven year old school girl; attributes handed down by generations of diminutive men. The heart, desire and anger were of a larger man, but size—or lack thereof—was something he had long since accepted. At twenty seven, the hope that life would change, that a growth spurt would take hold and he would sprout to mirror his peers, was not a reality. Instead, he accepted the ribbing, buried the torment and drifted below the shoulders of those around him. Nonetheless, while the active mind accepted the existence he had been cursed with, his unconscious, which came to fruition in the silence and peace of the night, refused to acquiesce to his miniature stature. In those hours, his brain took over and did what nature denied, it plied him with, what he termed, Big dreams.

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There was a boy, a girl, and moments. In their brief encounter, Time meant nothing, but was everything.