Barbie faces and Care Bears covered the floor.
I was the only one without a sleeping bag.
I placed my teddy bear on the bed. So high, alone.
A midnight snack? Okay. I’ll set my Barbie watch (with the plastic straps) for 12:00 AM.
They wouldn’t wake up.
Whispers of Elizabeth’s name.
Tickles given with my arm stretching as far as it could.
An ‘accidentally’ dropped teddy bear over the side of the bed.
Lost amid the blankets and the darkness—not a budge or a stir.
Black silence.
In. Out. In. Out. (From somebody deeply sleeping across the room.)
Should I get out of bed? Shake her until she wakes up?
In. Out. In. Out.
She wanted me to wake her up, right?
In. Out. In. Out.
She might be mad at me if I don’t…
In. Out. In. Out.
Maybe I’ll give it a few minutes. Try again in a little while . . .
In. Out.
In… Out.
The next morning:
I didn’t feel anything last night, she told me.
You should have pinched me, she told me.
No, we didn’t get a midnight snack without you, she told me.
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She told me in the morning I should have pinched her to wake her up but I always wondered if they got a midnight snack without me.