Lars

Lars hesitantly opened the door to his childhood room. It had been many years since anyone had been inside it, and many more still since he last slept here.

A thick layer of dust covered everything, from his nightstand to his now dilapidated bed. He ran a finger across the bed and was amazed at how much time that layer of dust represented. He then let out a cough and waved his hand in front of his face to get the dust out of it.

His bed sagged to the floor now. The springs on the bedframe must have broken some time ago. On his walls, the same posters were up that he had hung himself when he was a child. One had a superhero on it, another had an airplane. Both were still visible, but hard to see beyond the dust. If he was going to get anything out of here, it was going to need a good cleaning first.

He walked over to his nightstand and looked at the numerous items on top of it. All old toys that were now only a faint but pleasant memory. He picked up a race car that he remembered driving all over the house and an action figure that he'd spent hours playing with.

Putting them down, he slowly opened the drawer. Inside, untouched by the years of dust that lay over everything else, he saw his toothbrush. Picking it up, he noticed that the handle was made from his favorite character at the time. He couldn't remember his name now, but he recognized his strength, and the determination in his eyes. Lars felt himself smiling as he looked at it, and only noticed he was crying as a tear fell.