The pocket knife felt just right in his grubby, little hands. It wasn't particularly heavy, nor did it feel too large and bulky for his fingers. He'd been itching to try it out for quite some time. In his opinion, the right knife would help him out a great deal to appear more grown than he actually was. After all, most older boys had such a tool to call their own. There were so many uses!

Eli hoped, after some time, nobody would recognize the knife as being any different than most others and assume he'd nicked it from somewhere. He didn't want to get into any sort of trouble for stealing from his own family.

After some consideration, the dusty boy found himself scooting his way to the edge of the bed, the tip of the knife hovering barely an inch from the wall. Nobody would notice a little spiral design right near where his mattress met with the wall, would they?

With his eyes half squinted shut, he set to work, carving away at the wood, a little swirl with short lines decorating around it, almost like some sort of strange sun. He wasn't sure why he chose it.