Catarina's POV
Don't you just hate "morning after"s? I hate them. I fell asleep in a really awkward position on the couch and now my neck hurts and my clothes are sticking my skin and I don't understand why because it was actually really cold in here.
I looked around the room and it was really dark so I knew it wasn't time for us to get up for school yet. I tried to reach for my phone, but then I felt the weight of a thousand popcorn balls on me. I craned my neck, which still hurts in case you were wondering, and saw a large Sonny lying across my whole lower half. How come I hadn't noticed that earlier? I could so obviously feel his slow breaths on my legs. It kind of tickles, too.
How in the world was I going to get from under him? And as soon as I think that, I can feel the urge to use the little girl's room. Why do they call it the little girl's room anyway? I'm almost confident big girls and women use them, too. Unless there's something the government isn't telling us...
I try to wiggle from under him but he wraps his arms around my legs and every time I tried to move, his grip would tighten. Phooey, I really have to use the bathroom.
While I was trying to figure out how to use my incredible ninja skills to get him off of me, I felt the breaths on my legs quicken and Sonny started moving around a lot. It was kinda like how dogs are when they're dreaming of chasing a cat. Except Sonny looked like he was sad or angry or something and it was terrifying.
"No. No. No! It's not my fault. I didn't mean it. I promise I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." His grip on my legs tightened with a lot of pressure and it started to ache. I really didn't like pain.
I think Sonny was having a nightmare. I don't know why Sonny chose to have a nightmare right now. Didn't he know that you were in control of your dreams? I guess since he was a rhino, he didn't know that. The more damaged you were, the harder it was to control your dreams. That's why you needed unicorns to help you out. I'm starting to believe that I'm Sonny's unicorn.
I shake him slightly because the snake grip he has on my legs was starting to feel really bad and I was almost positive my blood circles were being cut off. If I don't get enough blood circles in my legs, then my legs could stop working and fall off because they would feel like they weren't needed. I don't want my leg to feel neglected. And I also don't think that Sonny's having bunny dreams.
"Sonny!" I shake him harder. "Sonny, please wake up." He squeezes one more time before officially letting go of me. He rolls off the couch suddenly and lands with a grunting noise. Not like a pig grunting noise, because pigs are adorable. His grunting noise had to be in discomfort because it sounded terrible.
"What the hell happened?" It makes me sad that those were the first words that came out of his mouth when he first wakes up in the morning.
"Well, you were wrapped around my legs like a snake and you were saying things in your sleep. Then you began to cut off the blood circles in my legs and you were saying it wasn't your fault, and I'm pretty sure that if you said it as many times as you did, you honestly believed it wasn't your fault." He held his hand up and I guess that was supposed to silence me or something. He wiped sweat off of his eyebrow. Ew, he was sweaty? That must mean that he was sweating through his nightmare and it possibly got all on my legs. Oh, poo.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about," he stood up and ran a hand through his hair.
"What wasn't your fault, Sonny? Did you make a guy fall down the stairs once? I did, too. I hadn't meant to do that and I didn't get in trouble for it. I even went to the Principal to tell him that I made someone fall down the stairs and I wanted to get detention for it. He assumed there was something going on in my home life because apparently no student would willingly go into detention." I frowned. I didn't understand how you could go on with your life knowing that you made someone else fall down the stairs. It scares me that some people won't. tell on themselves.
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