One sleepy afternoon

In the greater darkness of powercut,in the glow of a afternoon sun...through the grilled gates I witness thus:
on the tarred road with potholes not so many... two boys are cycling up and down the street on a new more alien like bikes of today, the smaller of the two sitting pillion. He is clinging to the larger boy's back like a small monkey, his eyelids scrunched together to keep out the intrusive afternoon sun that knocks with a hot, insistent hand. After a few lazy laps the smaller one begins to whine and complain. It’s his chance he insists, his turn to navigate their ship. The larger boy ignores him, choosing instead to introduce a swaying motion to his pedaling so that the cycle careens, left right left right. The smaller boy is silenced temporarily; distracted by this new trick ,but good times don't last long,and soon enough he starts up again. His pleas get louder, a tinge of annoyance and anger slipping in to the occasional ‘Anna’[brother] to pacify any backlash from the larger one, picking at the striped back before him and flailing his legs out in petulance. The larger boy finally relents and gets off, his face sweaty and his chest pumping up and down , he looks at as his friend struggling on to the cycle with his shorter chubbier legs. After a few slips and slides, the small boy finally sits triumphantly on his throne and beckons the other to sit astride with a jerk of his head. The larger boy looks at him a moment, emotions of pride and ego flashes on his face and throwing back a careless snicker he walks away.
The younger looks back,half confused half unsure but that lits up his face as he pedals along happily away and free ..with or without crew...I AM THE CAPTAIN!!
POWER is back and I am back on my bed,back to sleep,back to my dreams,be the CAPTAIN!!