the boy with a hole in his stomach, again

The boy with a hole in his stomach, Noe, wound a tuft of wool up, dunking it into hot and cold water alternately to make it into a felt ball. He rolled it around in his hand until he got tired of doing that.
The gray lamb sat next to him and asked him politely to kiss it on the mouth. The boy with a hole in his stomach, Noe, did not see a mouth on the tiny ball of felt, but the gray lamb persisted:

"Make one if you didn't have the foresight to make one already."

The gray lamb nosed at the dirt distractedly. These kind of things happen, of course. "Best to not feel too badly." Noe did not sense that the lamb very much cared about how he was feeling, but he kissed the tiny ball of felt anyhow. With a fecund little pop, the ball of felt opened into a flower, shedding pollen on his nose. He didn't have allergies, so he didn't sneeze. He was slightly grateful for that, but he wondered why the gray lamb asked him to kiss the felt ball. The gray lamb didn't really have a reason probably, and it was walking away into the woods, where it lived. It was dangerous to follow, so Noe placed the flower into the hole of his stomach and sat on the ground until the sun rose.

He didn't stay awake the whole time, but he instantly forgave himself for drifting off. He walked home in the wee hours of the morning, when it was blue and the leaves clicked together delicately with hard frost. Noe was not cold, since he had worn mittens. He did not need to stop for tea, but he began making breakfast the moment he got home as the walk had made him hungry.
He always missed his parents, like most adults who are made into orphans during their 30somethings, but for whatever reason Noe seemed to be thinking about them more at present. He felt a hollow forming in his heart, like usual, but he was disturbed to find no thread of thought that had led him to reminisce like this.

He found himself, once again, without context, which gave little punch to his emotions or actions. He sat on the couch, eating his perfectly runny eggs with toast and jam, deflated.