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Charlie smiled in his sleep as he thought of the wonders and bountiful essences it could carry inside. Charlie's Aunt Jean had brought it as a gift for him. It was the one thing he had received after his father left him to the merciless terror that his mother had become. Charlie's dad was his world for seven years until one day there was an argument and then nothing. No calls. No writing. Nothing. Daddy was. And then Daddy was not. Every time his mother saw little Charlie at that point, Charlie was a living testimony to heartache and a marriage gone south. Nothing Charlie could ever do was right. His lone oasis in his endless sandpit of a childhood was his Aunt Jean. Good ole Aunt Jean. Ever the optimist, when she came over, she seemed to make the world ok again even if just for a few hours. But the day came when Aunt Jean told Charlie that she was moving away for a job in the big city. "Charlie I will never be but a phone call away, you hear?" "You will always be my lucky charm Charlie-boy" he loved it when she called him that and Aunt Jean knew it. Except this time instead of the flashing wide grin she hoped for and loved herself, all she got were white hot tears. Endearingly looking down at him and caressing his soaked cheek, she offered of some encouragement, a kiss, and a promise. "I've got something for you, baby." See, this here is a magic box! In here are all the secrets in the universe. Whenever you open it, you just let your imagination run free baby. You can go wherever you want when you want. You can close your eyes and conjure up anything you 'lil ole heart desires. Now you remember your ole Aunt Jean and when you close those big pretty browns, think of me! Kiss for luck?" Charlie held the box tightly. It was as if Aunt Jean's ashes were in that box, along with his daddy's. It hurt but that box seemed to make things better. The box. The box he swore not to open until the next day after school. That box which held a whispered surprise inside. That box that Charlie stepped toward in his dream that caused so much excitement, that his thought long dead penis began to throb with life. Charlie kneeled above the box. Licking his lips in anticipation, he peered out of his bespectacled eyes and reached for the box like a man reaches for a woman on their first encounter. As he opens the box, Charlie crashes back into reality wondering, blinking blindly into the middle of the night realizing he isn't in Oz anymore, but back in Kansas with Antee M and his known sub universe that was his bed. He reaches for his glasses on the nightstand, and begins to do his nightly routine of opening his window to get a taste the night air. Stepping out of bed, he opens the window to a smell he hadn't experienced since that first day he mastered the mystic arts when he was 17, the familiar taste of magic. Suddenly, he falls onto the hard wooden floor, not of misbalance mind you, but of realization, the seams of the universe had busted a stitch. The lesion was open and all life was in peril again. He swallowed tightly as the night seemed to be alive, shivering with the thought of having to muster the courage to close the hole in the sun once again.
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