Rowleys 2nd home

81.Once upon a time, in a small neighbourhood, there lived a perennially innocuous, misunderstood boy named Rowley. Rowley, an eccentric 11-year-old, was regularly considered as a town fool. His brain, like a sporadic tornado, continuously whipped up peculiar ideas. Although his actions often resulted in serious consequences, he always meant well. Surprisingly, despite his previous arrest due to involuntary destruction of Tesco's Supermarket, he harboured special feelings for the local prison; he called it his second home.
Rowley's obsession with the sleeping arrangements at the prison became evident when he began pleading with his parents. Night after night, he requested to be allowed to go back to prison for a night's sleepover, his small hands clutching a pack of biscuits and his favourite teddy bear. But his requests were always met with stern refusals.
The young boy, stubborn as always, decided to take matters into his hands. One night, Rowley, forgetting his lack of nightwear, snuck out of the house, a bottle of water swinging from his hand. The moonlight shimmered on his young skin as he made his customary path towards the prison while memories of previous daring adventures filled his mind. Meeting a sinister clown and sneaking into a nightclub, getting his favourite bum crumb ice cream, silliness with his friends- all felt like a wild adventure.
Finally, the stone walls of the beloved prison loomed ahead. Entering the prison was like stepping into a sepia-toned photograph, a rush of nostalgia washing over him. The prisoners, in the middle of a late-night game session, looked up as Rowley stepped in. Shouts of joy filled the air. "It’s Rowley!" they all echoed.
Rowley was like a breath of fresh air in the dreary space. The prisoners included him in their games, expanding his innocence with their wisdom, their laughter echoing in the erstwhile sinister corridors. The TV, usually tuned to gloomy news, blared Shaun the Sheep, a special treat for them. They celebrated with a lighthearted "nipple party," a fun tradition where they danced around wearing silly outfits until they couldn't keep their eyes open.
As dawn approached, tiredness settled in Rowley's bones. With hearty hugs and kisses on the prisoners’ stubbly cheeks, Rowley bade his favourite criminals goodbye, leaving a trail of laughter in his wake.
Returning home, Rowley climbed back into his bed, his teddy bear snuggled against his chest. Such was his exhaustion that he did not stir the next morning when his parents attempted to wake him. Looking at their son, his parents sighed, their frown lines merging with their smiles. And Rowley, oblivious to the world outside of his dreams, slept on.
Rowley's second home continued to welcome him, illuminating their monochromatic life with his colourful presence. For Rowley, his one-sided love for the prison was not driven by the freedom he found within those walls, but by the lesson he learned: good intentions could sometimes create chaos. But despite the chaos, love persisted, and it was this love that kept Rowley dreaming of his night's sleepover, with a twinkle in his eyes and an innocent smile on his face.