Snippet #1689982

Ryhen glanced around where he sat, he was truly thankful for the quiet. It was better then going home and having the same recurring nightmares. He hated having them.
And since his older brother had died, he had been having them a lot more current. It literally disturbed him. Gently brushing his brown hair from his face, he leaned against the wooden bench as if he needed a lot of support, though he really didn't. And though it wasn't exactly a warm day, he didn't feel like bringing a jacket with him when he had left home earlier and quite frankly he didn't seem to notice whether it was cold or what, because he wasn't feeling cold but more so warm. So he didn't care that he work a shirt with short sleeves. His hand coming to rest against his head as if he were deep in thought. Unknown about a place with anything such as dolls or puppets. As far as he was concerned puppets were things for children to see at a show or play with.