geoff pt2

He had fallen asleep beneath a tree.
A spring morning, not unlike the one on which eithstien had discovered gravity. That’s the sort of statement that would make geoff wonder how bloody ignorant everyone else muct have been to what was going on around them.
Its that precise moment, that makes you scared of power. You suddenly realise your entire existence is under the effect of some outside force. Something bigger than you could ever be.
He was not worried.
“I am fearless” thought geoff.
He thought it outloud.
It didn’t help. As the bird perched above him was clearly not fearless. And reasured him life could be rubbish, even with no fear.
He rubbed of the nasty white smear. It then blended in well with the look of a forest man he had acumulated.
Sat under the tree for a good 7 hours before falling asleep. And before that even, he was living about the woods. Quite a wildman in his young years.
Time changes things. He knew this as well as any man.
Many things went through his mind whilst he was under that tree. How lucky he was to have seen one for a start.
Then he thought about why he was here.
His escape
He would allways come here. Like when his dad died. He spent a week of his free time down here by this very tree. Watching the world go bye. Nature kept him calm.
He then thought about how he was going to get out. Being locked up in a museum after hours is fine. So long as you know your way in and out. But when the museam is about to open, that’s a whole different barrel of goldfish. The security guards had allready blocked him in. He wasn’t about to fight.
So he stood tall, and proud. As a man who owned the world.
They didn’t fight either. Just let him out. This was the first time they had ever caught him.