Drabble Story 5 - Real

Real

He can not blink, but gleam. The beams of light penetrate the dense canopy roof animating the grassy floor. Where am I? Confused and excited. Never before was he in the presence of the majestic. A young boy jetted across the grass through the rays so fast with joy, so fast he was gone. That was me, only that never happened! Was this magic, or heaven? Neither, this the revelation of beauty, pure real beauty. His old laughter echoes, not so distant. He worries to blink, but finally does. He opens his eyes. Still here! The young man, laughs.