The boy, Eli, wears glasses that slightly magnify his green eyes, which are clouded with a mix of boredom and frustration. His expression is one of profound weariness as if the weight of the world—or at least the brick—rests upon him. The room is cluttered with books and toys, a testament to a curious mind in need of adventure.
Eli's eyes widen in surprise, a spark of joy igniting within them. Reaching out eagerly, he grasps the pillow, feeling its plush surface beneath his fingers. As he does, the living room begins to dissolve, transforming into the vast expanse of outer space. Stars twinkle in the distance, and planets drift lazily by.
The sensation of weightlessness fills him with exhilaration, and he clutches the pillow tightly as if it were his lifeline. The universe stretches out before him, a canvas of endless possibilities. "Wow, this is incredible," he whispers, his voice filled with awe and excitement.
In this moment of tranquility, the burdens of the world seem to melt away, leaving only the peaceful hum of the cosmos. The pillow, once a simple object, becomes a symbol of comfort and escape, a gateway to dreams untold. "I never want to leave," he murmurs contentedly, feeling truly free.
The angels have disappeared, leaving behind only a faint shimmer in the air. Eli sits up, his heart light and his spirit renewed. The living room, once a place of monotony, now feels like a portal to infinite adventures.
He knows that whenever the world feels heavy again, he can close his eyes and return to that cosmic realm, where dreams take flight and imagination knows no bounds. "Until next time," he whispers, his heart full of hope.
