Apart

Counting Sheep

March 7th
Alice
I'm worried about Emma. She hasn't talked to me much since yesterday. I sighed, putting down my pencil, tired of homework.
Whenever Emma talks to me about her family, it is evasively, like she doesn't want me to know. I respect that, but can't stop thinking about what might be going on.
I heard a loud bang downstairs and one of my brothers started crying.
"Did you guys just start World War three again?" I hollered.
"No, we're fine!" One called. I can barley tell their voices apart. They are all squeaky and prepubescent.
"Ok." I replied. I glared back at my homework. Only one paper left to do. Maybe I should just get it over and done with? I decided against that idea. I checked my phone again, just to make sure Emma hadn't said anything new. Nope.
I walked over to my wardrobe, selecting an oversized, old shirt and a pair of short-shorts to sleep in, and put them on. I then brushed and pulled my hair up into a bun. I brushed my teeth and came back into my room. Maybe I would go to bed at a reasonable time tonight.
I didn't, because I watched back about ten of the Cube smp season 1 videos from Graser's channel.
I finally pulled my eyes away from the bright screen and turned my phone off after checking that my alarm was set for six o'clock.
I put my phone on its charger and lay in the dark, using only my sheet. I smushed my face into my pillow, only to result in not being able to breath and being uncomfortable, so I turned onto my side.
I got bored so began to look around at the outlines of things in my room, barley visible from the light of the street lamp outside. My desk, lamp, folded up laptop, headphones, chair, purse, makeup, pictures, drawers, a cat bed for Felix, I had it all.
Still I can't sleep. I resorted to counting sheep. I know it's sad, and the last time I'd done that was when I was five, but it surprisingly works. I fell asleep at around five-hundred thirty.