Olive came out of the restroom in the large Old Navy shirt. Note to self, never wear that shirt in front of anyone because it looked ridiculously funny on her because she was so small and the shirt basically swallowed her.
“Why don’t you just go to sleep?” she wondered.
“Hm?” I hummed. That is when I realized that I had been stalling the time I went to sleep. Subconsciously, I was warning myself to stay up. “Oh, I kinda need to stay awake,” I responded as I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes.
“Really? I’m not much like Tate; you don’t have to stay up all night to stay alive,” she tried to assure me.
“It isn’t that I’m afraid of being killed in my sleep…” I then remembered what I have been dreaming for the last few days. Every dream, I was killed by James. No wonder I was not eager to go back to sleep. “Actually, that is exactly why I’m staying awake,” I admitted.
“I’m not going to kill you,” she retorted, obviously offended because she thought that I expected her to kill me. “You are going to be killed while you are awake tomorrow if you don’t go to sleep now,” she reminded me.
I tried to smile, but my eyes were so heavy it weighed my smile down. The worst part of the dream is that I can’t just wake up, and even when I do wake up I wake up screaming. If there was an emergency, Olive wouldn’t be able to wake me up. She would have to take care of it herself because my life would be in her hands instead of the other way around.
“Okay, I see your point. Um…” I caught myself. Maybe I shouldn’t tell her so then she won’t have to worry. It might keep her up all night and I need a well-rested person to travel with tomorrow.
“What is it?” she urged me to go on.
I took a deep breath, stalling so I could think of the right words. “It’s just that…” I yawned and then blinked the tears out of my eyes. “I don’t wake up like most people. No one can wake me up once I go to sleep, but I will wake up,” I assured her. “Let’s just say that I am a very heavy sleeper,” I summed it up. “Remember that if you wake up before me.”
“Okay?” she responded. “Well if you wake up before me, I am a very light sleeper,” Olive informed me.
I laughed quietly because she thought she could sleep through my screaming, “If I wake up, I am pretty sure you will wake up at the same time.”
“Why is that?” she questioned.
“Oh, nothing,” I yawned and then turned to sleep. I slept on top of the blankets because some hotels only clean the cover. How do I know that? That would be because once I found a stranger’s black sock in my bed. (True story).
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Silenced (Demigod Story)
FanfictionBeing a demigod is hard enough with all of the monsters that attack, but Floret has to go through it all without being able to talk. Her life is hard enough but then she must also deal with who her mother really is... (To read from Cali's pov, read...
