Waiting for Tomorrow

The room had been empty for years, but the little chair and tiny blue shoes remained beside the window. Dust covered the toys scattered across the floor, and the house had long since been forgotten. The child who once lived there never got the chance to grow up. While the world outside continued to change, his little ghost remained in the room, forever the same age he had been when he died. Sometimes, his shadow appeared beside the chair, reaching toward the toys he would never play with again. Perhaps he was still waiting for tomorrow, unaware that tomorrow would never come. The world had moved on without him, but he was still there, trapped in the childhood he never got to leave behind.