The moon was unnaturally big in the cerulean sky. I sat on my old trunk looking out the window to appreciate the beauty of the night. I spend a lot of the night awake, staring into the darkness from my window. I sometimes dream that I will have the courage to sneak out and experience the night time magic.
I am not that brave. Just as I am about to turn back and get some sleep, a yellow dash catches my eye. I look closer into the woods, face smashed against my window, but see nothing. Wait. There. The small, pretty nurse just came in and took the IV out of my hand. There’s a big bruise that is black and green where it was, it is gross and hurts. They put a band-aid on it for me, one that covers my whole hand. I also got to change clothes; I’m in my Sailor Moon sweatshirt I got for last Christmas. And pants. I have pants! I am so excited not to be in a hospital “gown,” as Mom called it. It seemed more like a sheet cut up with holes to me.
Mom and Dad were here a little bit ago. I went to the bathroom and thought I heard them say something, but I didn’t hear what, and now they’re gone. I have to find them. They can’t leave without me. I’m ready to go home. Where are they? |
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