That night Kirk didn’t sleep much. He tossed and turned most of the night. Any sleep he had was full of less than pleasant dreams. He dreamt of his birth once again. The one in the golden room not the one he had dreamt for most of his life. His dream ended the same each time. His mother’s face staring into his telling him to, ‘stay on his guard’. His eyes finally opened. He checked his clock. It was 5 in the morning. He guessed that he had fallen asleep around 9 o clock the previous night. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stared down at the ground in front of him. The hardwood floor felt cold under his feet. ‘Why was he getting this dream? Even if it were this dream, why now? Was this a warning? Was it trying to tell me something?’ He thought to himself. He wiggled his toes. He stood up and did a few stretches, just trying to get rid of the sleepiness in his body.
After a little while, he yawned really big and rubbed his eyes. He looked out the window and saw a hint of the sun just start peeking over the horizon. He turned around a grabbed a set of clothes and a towel. He walked down the hall to the shower. He undressed and got in. He let the water fall over him. It felt fantastic. He didn’t spend a lot of time in the shower, but however brief it was it felt like a cleansing rain. All of the sweat and tears from the past couple days seemed to disappear down the drain. He shut off the water and grabbed his towel. Wrapping it around his waist he stepped out of the shower. After drying off he got dressed in clean clothes and opened the door to the hallway. He made his way down to the kitchen. Kensi wasn’t up yet once again, so Kirk was on his own for a morning meal. He retrieved a bowl and a spoon from the kitchen and then poured himself a bowl of Cap’n Crunch. As he trickled the milk over his cereal a voice echoed behind him.
“That cereal will rot your teeth.” The voice said. “Why not some oatmeal or yogurt?” Kirk, surprised, turned around quickly. Nothing. He heard the voice again. “Your time will come, my dear Kirk. Keep your guard up.” He turned to another direction. The voice seemed to be coming out of his father’s study. Kirk set down the milk and cautiously entered his father’s study. The voice was echoing his name.
“Hello? Is someone there?” Kirk asked into the study. He was standing at the doorway. He was never allowed inside without his father’s permission. He looked around and saw that his father’s desk was glowing. He looked around one last time then took a step forward. He was in his father’s study. He walked over to his desk and opened a drawer. Inside he found a piece of paper. Kirk pulled it out only to find that it was a picture he had drawn of his mother. Paul must have taken when he was alone in Kirk’s room. He stared into the picture. The face seemed to shift and shimmer. He was about to put it back when the voice came in started again.
“This has become one of your most difficult challenges, yet.” Kirk looked around the room until his eyes settled on the picture. As the voice spoke the picture moved its mouth along. “You need to stay strong. You’re more important than you know.”
“What do you mean?” Kirk shouted at the picture. ‘I must look insane.’ Kirk thought to himself. “What’s one of my most difficult challenges yet?” He asked the picture.
“You’re doing well. I must go.” The picture said before disappearing. The drawing itself leaked off the page. Kirk, disappointed and slightly dejected, walked back to his waiting breakfast. He finished pouring on the milk and stuck the spoon in and took a hearty mouthful. This cereal really wasn’t good for him. He sat down in a chair in the den and grabbed the nearest book which was a customary habit of his for every time he made his own breakfast. This time he had grabbed The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. This was one of Kirk’s favorite books. He owned it in 4 different languages. He chowed down on his massive bowl of cereal and entranced himself in the land of Middle-earth. Around six-thirty. Kensi came strolling into the kitchen and started on a full breakfast. Kirk was so into this book he barely noticed her entrance. This was the same case when Elise entered the room and sat down in a chair across from him.
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