I lost my blanket.
"Kim, why aren't you asleep yet?"
I looked up, seeing my teacher. "Ma'am, I can't sleep."
She sat next to me and settled in a bench made of bamboo. "Why?"
I looked down, seeing my fingers clasped together. "I don't know."
"You can tell. We're friends."
"Really?" I said, without interest.
"Honey, I am your teacher. Your second mother. I am here. You can tell me anything," she persuade.
I turned my gaze leftward. I focused on her eyes. "My blanket is lost."
"Is your blanket on your lap right now?" she asked, confused.
"Not that."
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100 Words in 100 Stories, eh?
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