There was the secret about the boy that only the willow tree, which leaned against the wall, knew. When he creaked open the slab of wood, paint chips and all, he only wanted to go to sleep. And with the wind howling and the rain pouring just behind the thin wall, the bed seemed to beckon to him. At that thought, the backpack thudded against the floor, and the stairs soon grumbled about his weight. The bed joined not long after, groaning like an old man. But the boy was already gone in his deep slumber. Yet after seeing this, the willow tree, wall, and stairs just proudly smiled.