Tony the Prayerful

Shimmering light seemed like an illusion, like a dream. Strange and bizarre, fantastical and grotesque. Tony Stark did not know how to describe what he was feeling. It was as though he had fallen into the clouds, or lay sleeping on a pillow of cotton candy, filled with sweetness. All sorts of strange scenes continuously surfaced and faded in his mind. The first time he earned a perfect score, he had longed for his father's praise, but all he received was the old man's indifference. "I'm busy.