living in this big blue world with my head up in outer space
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
The eve of his impromptu aging, Jude is escorted to the door of the Court by Prim, who he gives a messy kiss on the head to in thanks before waving a cheerful goodbye. The receptionist Julie is no longer working, so he encounters no curious stares or other obstacles on his way to the door that leads to the back rooms - the home he has known his entire life at this point.
When he opens the door, the sitting area is empty. It makes sense, despite how it makes him frown; the only reason it would normally be active is if he were the one there on the carpet, being entertained by one of his parents.
Stepping further in - and politely closing the door, lest he forget - he wanders further in on legs that are far longer and stronger than he had before, but which ultimately don’t make him much taller. “Maman? Daddy?” he calls, no trepidation in his tone, feeling utterly safe in these walls.
When he opens the door, the sitting area is empty. It makes sense, despite how it makes him frown; the only reason it would normally be active is if he were the one there on the carpet, being entertained by one of his parents.
Stepping further in - and politely closing the door, lest he forget - he wanders further in on legs that are far longer and stronger than he had before, but which ultimately don’t make him much taller. “Maman? Daddy?” he calls, no trepidation in his tone, feeling utterly safe in these walls.
JUDE
