(Some of this you have already read after the three months later is new)<br/><br/>A dark room, only illuminated by the slight light of Sesome's head set. A head set, covering the boy's green eyes. The room is medium sized, a large canopy bed, with tall wooden frame that made it almost seem like a box. The bed was soft, like a nest. Sheets a silky aqua and the comfetor pitched black, contrasting against pale legs tangled up in them. A soft smile cast over the other's lips, one of wonder.<br/><br/>Technology had come such a long way, and Cherry, his mother, had chosen to treat him with a gift. Sesome couldn't leave the room very often, let alone the house. He knew why he couldn't go out, it had gotten worse over the years it had gotten worse.<br/><br/>But now, he could see the world. Or atleast the cyber world. Videos, little icons chatting in cyber clubs and places that actually existed. It was all so surreal, and felt very unreal at the same time. Sesome was not very technology savy, but this had been rather simple. Look at where you wanted to go or took interest and it seemed to click. Creating avatarts, different species, races, and funny hair. Sesome's was a little black kitten, simple enough.  The kitten would purr, and jump form brightly colored apps or complete other worlds as Sesome's eyes moved around.<br/><br/>The sky.<br/><br/>Millions of pictures, videos, and documents popped up before his eyes, shooting up as a spiral that surrounded him.<br/><br/>Sun rise.<br/><br/>Square shapes shot from the spiral and in front of Sesome directly, taking up most of the space of his eye site. Without a direct command, the little black kitten seemed to spring directly forward, to the middle one. The square seemed to swirle and covered in what seemed at the time, a different langugae. A escaped his lips out in the real world, something between a muffled sob and elation. Before him and all aroundhim, was a sunrise. He was standing in a field, he could see the grass moving, see the dew. Nearly feel it all, his memory aching to connect to the image before him. In front, the sun was rising. Casting it's pinks into the misty purple, yellow, orange.<br/><br/>It was too much, it wasn't enough. Sesome threw off  the head set where it landed near the end of the bed. The skinny boy fell back, a silent sob and yet laugh etched over his face. Curling onto his side, long dark hair pooled around him like an ink well had been poured onto an artist painting.<br/><br/>What a horribly, wonderful gift. One that hurt him to the core, but one he would never give up. Small mews echoed from the end of the bed, the head set calling to his attention. Sesome could only smile slightly, hot tears making his cheek sticky. What a wonderful gift the world had given him.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Three Months Later</span><br/><br/>The dark room was peirced by lights, this time not just of the slender beans from his head seat but white lights strung up along a wall, some pieces hanging down illumnating most of the room in it's soft light. A vanity sat across from the bed, a tall beautiful cherry wood that held clothes along wit a mirror. A small closet to the far left, the door that lead out to the rest of a large basement. Other small trinckets and momentos filled the room lightly, and a night side table that held his medications, a small mini fridge with drinks and left over food that was brought down to him.<br/><br/>But none of that mattered to Sesome, who leaned against his plush headboard, hands nearlty folded around his bare kneese, and head tilted back slightly. Lost into the virtual reality. He hadn't gotten chatting down, using his thoughts to fill in the chat box and release had never come out right, and even after scowering the help files of every sort and his little kitten running, mewing, and pouncing as it searched, he could not find the damned supposed keyboard. But after some fight a month ago, Sesome had given up. Resigning to entering a little cirtual coffee shop, or measeum to read up on recipes of things he would never drink or perhaps about history and artifacts. Simply sit there and listen. Lately, people watching had been his favourite. Sitting in the server he went unnoticed much of the time, and simply watched the little chats. Sometimes becoming familiar, such as with a little person imoji- a girl he presumed by the large bow, polka dot dress, and long floor length hair came to this certain server quite a bit, Amathyst*Quenee, and so many more Sesome would watch for hours or sometimes just a few moments. A small black kitten, his imoji hid easily or was easily ignored.<br/><br/>Even if he could find that god damn key board, he wouldn't have much to say. His dialy life usually was the same, mostly consisting of sleeping because of his medicine and now the virtual world. His access was slightly restricted, not being tech savy he could only figure so much out and not knowing vocabulary was another problem he found himself with. But the people helped, he'd hear some phrase and his little kitten would go bounding almost as if the little thing had a mind of its own. Until his vission would see a file that would explain the little phrases.<br/><br/>A new world seemed to pop up, green eyes instantly locked on as the fan fair went off alerting of its existance, once more the small black kitten lept towards it without Sesome's direct command. The forums said this was not normal, but Sesome liked it and even if it were a glitch or a hyper sensitive avatar he didn't want to change it. Once inside the chat, the kitten did the same thing it always did inside of the new chat room. Bounce around searching for that keyboard, taking his eyes off of the avatar he watched curiosly at the new icons and people before him. Not many he recognized form his usual places, it must be geographicly different. The cyberland informed him that people in certain geological areas tended to conjegate together.