In his dreams, he relived his past memories of all the times he played with his father. His father was a strong man whose features often seemed cold, taut, and distant but underneath all that he was warm and protective. He felt safe whenever he was with his dad and he remembered wanting to grow up to be just like him. He dreamed of the time they played football together in front of the house though it was more like a game of catch with a football. He wasn't that great but he was getting better at catching his father's passes as the distance between them increased with every catch. As August shook him the first time, in his dreams he merely stumbled as he caught the football. He could barely see his Dad for some reason as it began to fog up.
The football seemed to fly through the clouds of fog, catching him off guard as it hit him straight in the face, causing him to fall. He could feel someone shaking him, calling for him, he thought it was his dad. His eyes finally opened hazily and he slowly saw August's face. Heat struck his cheeks as he realized he had fallen asleep against this person, he didn't mean too. "Oh, my bad!" He drawled as he gathered himself, "I'm up, sorry for falling asleep!" He assured August as he looked around.



