"I never asked for friendship, yet you gave it to me."
An introvert who likes to go outdoors. An extrovert who's friends with one person at a time.
Summer's daytime lasts longer than the night, inviting everyone out to play. Sabito, a child who's l...
I shook myself awake. My parents entered my dream.
The deceased invaded my dreams.
My hair stuck to my face, and my pyjamas were glued to my body. I lifted off my duvet, the cold, crisp, air coming from my electric fan blowing over my legs and torso.
What time was it?
I picked up my watch from the floor and pressed the button to turn the torch on. My eyes squinted at the small clock and its ticking hands, each second passing by. Three o'clock in the morning was what it read. It really is the witching hour.
I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure the door didn't let out a single sound. Wandering around in the dark, I fumbled my way around the sink to find the cold water tap. Yes, I think it's this one.
I turned it on, and splashed the water onto my face, sealing my eyes shut. I needed something to dry my face with...a towel. I scanned the towel rack, water stinging my eyes. I grabbed one and felt around for the cubic pattern that was sewn in the edges. Pretty sure this is my one.
Finally, I was able to open my eyes, and I looked into the mirror. I could just make out my silhouette. Yikes. My hair stuck out like spikes, and my face had disappeared from my reflection completely. I decided not to haunt myself and crept out of the bathroom.
Let's go back to sleep.
I dived into bed, relieved the monsters hiding underneath didn't snatch me away. I nearly missed, but thank goodness I landed into my pillows.
Now sleep.
I closed my eyes for a few minutes, my lungs heaving in and out, trying to find peace in my mind.
Nope. I can't sleep.
I tossed and turned for hours on end, and I just gave up. After counting one hundred and ten sheep, I still couldn't fall into a deep slumber.
Maybe I was hungry? But I can't eat anything now, I already brushed my teeth.
Did I scare myself that much? I don't get scared over ridiculous things.
Stupid monsters and ghosts, they can all haunt aunt Gemma instead.
A loud snuffle came from the living room, and I jumped out of my skin. It's just aunt Gemma, nothing to worry about. Part of me believes that there's a monster hiding inside the sofa. But they're both the same person anyway, so it doesn't matter.
I propped my pillow up and sank into them, staring at the blank wall straight ahead of me.
What should I do tomorrow? Well, I'll start with breakfast, then I'll go to the corner shops to buy myself some food for lunch. And on my way back, I could get something as a thank you for the picnic Valerie made for us...
There was a garden that was open near our estate. Cheshire Gardens, that was it.
Maybe I should take Valerie there tomorrow to look at all the flowers.
We can look for butterflies too. That'll be enough to say thanks, right?
All this thinking has made me tired.
Now I can finally rest in peace.
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