Reality of Daydreams

Cy, Why?

Cyrus made a face. He was standing next to the sink shining the flashlight on my ear so I could examine it. The tip of my left ear was covered in blood. My ears were both still too numbed from the cold to feel pain. I yanked a couple squares of toilet paper and attempted to dab the blood off. I felt something like a jolt of sharp pain run down from my ear, I flinched. "What-what's wrong?" Cyrus stuttered out, moving the light off my ear and into my face. "Nothing is wrong. Stop doing that." It was a splinter of sharp plastic from the sign from before. I quickly ran the wadded up toilet paper under the faucet and finished up cleaning the blood. The blood had clotted (or frozen) around the sharp plastic already, but as soon as I tried at removing it my ear started bleeding again. Of course, Cyrus started panicking. Again.  "Just get me the tweezers."  

I sat at the kitchen table. My ears had finally gotten their sense back and along with that came the irritating sharp pain from some remaining splinter. Cyrus had found his camping lantern, which did a decent job with lighting up the room. "Why are you home alone, Cy?" "Oh, I didn't want to go with everyone else." He fiddled with his shirt. I knew what happened, but didn't want to get into it. Too tired. "Why don't you go to bed?" I asked rubbing my eyes, Cyrus looked at me funny. "What?" "Can't I just, wait? For the power to come back on?" 

"Fine."  I stood up, walking towards the stairs. In the dark. I wonder if this was what it was like to be blind? I traced my hand across the wall, thumping up the stairs unintentionally. Tripping on the final step, or where I thought the final step was. "Are you dead?" I heard Cyrus at the foot of the stairs. "You know- you could have given-" I could have just taken the flashlight with me. Cyrus would still have had the lantern. I groaned. "No Cyrus, I'm not dead- yet," I added under my breath feeling a dull pain in my big toe grow. 

After changing from my uniform and now in sweats I stayed on the first floor with my little brother. We were talking about politics. I was talking about politics. With a ten-year-old. 

Don't get me wrong, I love talking. (Showing off my smarts and what not) but there is only so much you can talk about with a ten-year-old before having the same conversation all over again. "Cyrus, It's really late. I don't think the power is going to be on until tomorrow." "Technically," he had a goofy smile. "Its already tomorrow." I put my head in my hands and groaned. Way too tired. "What time is it then?" I asked only to cut myself off. I could hear the wind howl outside followed with a loud thud. "Why aren't they home yet?"

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Authors note:

LOOK! I'm not dead! I only got a quiz and some reading left and then I'll FINALLY be FREEEE!!!! MWHAHAHAHHA! (For today)

I know this is DEFINITELY taking awhile to "pick up" but bear with me, (or don't. whatever floats your boat.)