Awakened

The Return

My eyes shoot open and I bolt upright, searching my room. For what? I don't know. I try to grasp onto last night's dream but it quickly dissipates. I sigh and shake my head. It seemed important.

I hop off my bed and go downstairs to eat. I slow when I notice grass on the carpet. "What the..." I check the bottoms of my feet and they also have pieces of grass. Did I go outside last night? I quickly wipe it off and rush downstairs.

Jacob and Eric are in the living room playing video games. I walk in front of the TV and block their view. "Hello."

They start protesting.

"Get out of the way."

"Hey, we're playing here!"

I roll my eyes and plop onto the couch. "Calm down. Did someone take me upstairs last night?"

"What?"

"Well, I fell asleep on the couch watching Criminal Minds and I ended up in my bed."

"How should I know? Also, you aren't sneaky," my brother tells me.

I look at him, totally confused. "Huh?"

He pauses the game, much to the chagrin of Eric. "I know you went out at like 1 AM. Look, I know mom and dad aren't here, but next time give me a heads up that you'll be out."

I look at him still confused as hell. "I don't know what you're talking about. I never went out."

"Yeah, you did."

"No, I didn't." Then I remember the grass and I sharply inhale.

"What?" Eric asks.

"I-I think I was sleepwalking," I tell them with wide eyes.

They stare at me weirdly.

"There are footprints of grass in my room and down the hall," I explain. "There was also some grass on my feet."

Jacob looks skeptical. "Yeah, I was going to ask you about that. Mom will freak if she sees them. Clean them up before tomorrow." And with that he unpauses the game and they get back to playing.

I roll my eyes and head to the kitchen. The clock reads 11:17, but I'm still tired. I lay out bread, peanut butter, and jelly on the counter in front of me.

The doorbell rings and Jacob yells at me to get it. With a spoonful of peanut butter in my mouth, I open the door. The spoon almost falls out of my mouth when I see the last person I would have ever expected.

"We need to talk," Harry says with a serious look on his face.

I cross my arms and pull out the spoon from my mouth with a 'plop'. "What about?"

"I'll explain it all in your room. Are you home alone?" Harry asks and tries to peer through the door.

I shift to block his view. "No."

He stares at my mouth as I lick off all the peanut butter and bites his lip.

I smirk and step aside. "Oh, come in. You know where my room is. Second door to the right. I'll meet you there."

He runs his hands through his hair as he walks inside. I go to the kitchen, hearing him greet my brother and Eric. I put away my sandwich and the other things and head upstairs.

"Make sure you're not too loud," Eric jokes.

"Shut up," I reply and see my brother punch him in the arm.

"Oww! What was that for?"

"Don't say shit like that, man," Jacob says. "That's my sister you're talking about."