The yellow rubber duck and his friend sit on top of the basket, their shiny eyes catching the sunlight. In the midst of this gentle chaos, Nate, a quiet boy with tousled hair, sits cross-legged on the rug. He does not speak, but his wide, contagious smile fills the room with silent laughter as he nestles a rubber duck in his small hands.
Nate gently presses each duck, making them squeak in turn. He grins, his eyes shining with delight. The yellow rubber duck, slightly larger than the others, always leads the parade. The yellow rubber duck and his friend seem to watch over the others, like captains of a tiny ship about to set sail.
Nate arranges the ducks in a circle, then crawls into the center, hugging his knees. With a silent giggle, he gently tips each duck toward the center, as if they're having a secret meeting. His smile grows, and he hugs the yellow rubber duck tight. "Squeak, squeak! Let's go on an adventure," he whispers in his heart, knowing his rubber friends always understand.
Nate pours water over the ducks, watching them bob and spin. He laughs silently, his face aglow with happiness, as the yellow rubber duck leads a flotilla through a sea of foam. Each ducky receives a gentle tap and a smile, their squeaks echoing in the steamy air. For Nate, this is pure joy—a world where words are unnecessary and every splash speaks of love.
Nate gazes at his ducks, tracing their outlines with his fingers. His eyes are calm, his smile peaceful, as if he is telling them stories only they can hear. The yellow rubber duck and his friend nestle close, always nearby, guardians of Nate’s cozy world. Silence fills the room, but it is a silence wrapped in comfort and companionship.
The room is still, save for the soft sound of Nate’s breathing. His big smile lingers as he drifts into dreams, always surrounded by his rubber friends. Wherever Nate goes, a rubber duck is never far—a steadfast companion in a world shaped by love, imagination, and the warmth of a quiet boy’s smile.
