Spilling Out on My Journey

I got into my pajamas with hearts all over them and blue under them they were as soft as a cloud. When I got into bed to rest my head I imagined what fun Lexie and I are going to have. I always text her, but it will be nice to see her face to face. I rested my eyes and closed them shut I then fell asleep and dreamed. Most of my dreams from that night were about Lexie and me as kids, and how we would play at the park all the time.

“Obviously, can you HELP me up!” She then squatted down and helped me up. I rested against the bed as she spoke.

She couldn’t quite bring herself to, but her shy little grin became a toothy smile. “I, uh, I think Tommy is uncomfortable.”

I left the kitchen and sprinted to my room. I flopped down onto my bed and my sobbing, mixed with a crying induced hiccup, put me to sleep. When I woke up it was the next morning and the day seemed to have an aura about it that wasn't as tense as it had been for the past few months. It was nice. It surprised

"Thanks for having us over for lunch, mom" I said, taking a seat at the table. It had been hard getting out of bed, because we had stayed up the night before as well.

When I was young, my mom and/or dad would tuck me in bed, and they would read me a story, out of my gigantic dark blue Disney fairy tale book. Then I did not think I would ever go a night without being tucked in, but now my parents and I just say “Goodnight” then head off to hit the hay so to speak. And before my mom would leave the room for me to get some sleep after she would read a story, I would say “Wait mom! Where are my Butterfly kisses?!” She would say “Oh, okay sweetie.” And sometimes I would just be silly and keep my mom in the room just because

Mason stared at his half-eaten wing. “I’m not sure if Aiden needs any more depressing news.”

“I know Colette,” she said with a sigh, as she sat up in bed. “Sorry.” She scooted over, motioning for her daughter to come closer. “What’s up sweetie?”

“So, what was that about?" She asks. "Not that I mind having the air knocked out of me every once in a while. But did you really have to do that this early in the morning? I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” she says, giggling.

His mother laughed.  “No, we don’t.  I was just saying she’s really nice, and she cares about you.  That’s all.”

“That would be so nice, our mom died and our dad hates us and he leaves us all the time.” Boris says and he stands up before adding “Are you sure we can stay”

“Yeah, “ Carol sighed, sitting up straighter. “I should probably get out and stretch my legs.” She lightly nudged Sophia. “Come on honey.”

*It's almost 6 am. There is Table near your bed. On top of that table, there is a picture of you and your sister, a pen and some papers, and an alarm clock set for 6 am.*

He grinned as he broke the kiss to peck the tip of her nose, and his fingers roamed her body. "Papa doesn't get mad often, not really, it's just pretend angry, and Walt causes all the trouble, not I." The elder boy shot her a wink, then pulled back and hesitantly asked the question.

L: Yeah, daddy, please. I'm very tired and I want to snooze (вздремнуть), but mom said that I wouldn't go to bed until we came to an agreement.