Unforgotten-Melodies

The light from the nightlight outside the door leaked into the room and onto the wall. It wasn't a yellow light, more of a white, pale splattering on the wall. It reminded Thomas of old movie, his own silverscreen before his bed. The room was deprived of any color it seemed. His parents and sister had long since been asleep, but yet he couldn't slip into the unconsious state. He brought his hands up to make shadow puppets, entertain himself until he could sleep. He laid the back of his hand in the palm of the other, the shadow resembling a butterfly. He smiled at it and moved his hands, the "wings' fluttering as it fly. He could hear his dog