Metamorphosis

One night, the starry eyed boy went to sleep and never woke up. In his place, woke a man. The was no lightening. No firecrackers. No elephants. No trumpets. No cartwheeling clowns or beautiful women with roses. It was like any other day. It was not sudden like the caterpillar turning into a butterfly. No... it was slow and almost unnoticeable. Like the tree that slowly grows taller. Like the gradual accumulation of dust. Like the slow weathering of rock into life bearing soil. Apparent, undeniable and eventual... yet invisible to the naked eye.

He wore his man shirt, his man pants, his man shoes... and walked out into the world of men and women.