Feb 18, 2014
When he first came to be.
His eyes had opened up slowly, blinking a few times as things came into focus and colors seemed to blend together before sharpening. He leaned forward some to look at himself but had fallen off the shelf in a pile.
It took Peter a while for him to figure out how to stand, and once he had he walked slowly around until he came across a strange object that reflected back his image and he looked at himself - touching his face and his clothes and stretching.
A bright grin had grown on his face then. “I’m a real boy…”
"I’m a real boy!!!" He shouted. He may not have known what he was, or how he had turned alive, but he was alive and he was breathing. He existed.
How wrong he had been.