Mind Caverns

Sleepy Sleepy

I watched the girl, named Clarissa, who always started her homework as soon as she got home. She was a good, perhaps great student. She always took breaks from her homework to send frivolous texts to the boy, Sean. After a while of endless scrolling through Twitter, the girl would set down her phone and focus her mind back on the task at hand, homework. Hours would pass, and I saw her grow sleepier and sleepier. Some nights she even stayed up till 2:00am, tediously scrabbling an essay.

After she had finally finished her homework, she would go shower. I would wait for her, standing against the glass shower wall. She'd close her eyes and think about the day, and about the boy of course. Sometimes she would cry in the shower, for typical teenage reasons. I saw her growing sleepier and sleepier, she would turn off the water and step out of the shower. She took her hair and wrapped it with a towel, then headed off to bed. I followed her out of the bathroom and settled onto the edge of her bed.

Her bed was a silky pink color and she liked the way it rubbed against her legs after they were freshly shaven. Before falling asleep, she would set her precious phone down beside her pillow, and play soft music. I liked that music. Finally she would lull to sleep. I sat beside her bed and watched her sleep, until one day I had a brilliant idea. It took a few tries for me to get ahold of her phone, but from watching her I figured out how to turn the camera on. I took a picture of her sleeping. I didn't want her to awaken so I dropped the phone quickly and sat in the corner of her room.

Clarissa didn't think much of it, she thought her phone had just slid off the side of her bed. I wanted to see the picture I had taken, I stood behind her the next morning. She finally opened her photo app to find a selfie to send to the boy, Sean. She saw my dim, dark picture and opened it. She called out to her little brother, Bryce, asking if he had taken this "random picture of her bed." I had missed her in the picture and I grew angry. I would have to wait for tonight to watch her sleep again.

The girl went to school and I, sadly, was confined to the house. I liked to make her dogs bark while she was gone.

She came home and went to her usual homework routine, I hurriedly followed her up the stairs and into her room. I felt the gnawing desire to touch her hair but I resisted the urge. She didn't have much homework, so she spent the last few hours talking to the boy, and another girl.

I smiled as the girl crawled once again into her pink bed. I waited till about 2:45am to grab the phone. This time I steadied the phone in my hand, my fingers were much too long to hold it properly. I took a picture of her. This time a bright light erupted from the device. I looked at the picture I had taken and it was perfect.

The next morning the girl awoke, and I was on the ground beside her bed waiting for her to see my picture. To my surprise, she yanked her phone up, and bounded out of the room screaming for Bryce. "Stop coming in my room at night and using my phone!" She hollered. I looked out from her doorway and grinned.

On the third night, she went to bed very late. 3:16am. I was getting angry because she wouldn't sleep. I ran my fingers through her hair as she finally grew sleepier and sleepier, I couldn't resist. I was delighted to find that she could not feel me. So I ran my fingers down her back, she slept on her stomach. I got ahold of her phone again for another decadent picture, I took it very quickly because she began to stir. When I was sure she was completely asleep, I laid down next to her in the pink bed.

The next morning Clarissa reached over my body and grabbed her phone. She smiled as she saw a text from the boy, and I smiled too. When she unlocked the screen, the camera app was open. I grinned as she yelled for Bryce. She went to her pictures app and opened the dark, new picture, my wide smile suddenly vanquished. Never had I heard a human scream any louder.

Unfortunately, I had forgotten to switch the camera and the picture was of me.