There's A Store Under Your Bed?
I went next door and got about 10 or 15 candles from Kait
and I's collection. Then I grabbed the glow-in-the-dark alien lighter
and went back. Tay and I set up the candles around the room and
lit a couple. Tay put on the battery radio so we could listen for
really bad weather. As we listened to Aerosmith's 'I Don't Wanna
Miss a Thing' the lights flickered out. I got up and finished lighting
the candles.
"Zac, are you sleeping?" Kait asked.
"No."
"Are you feeling any better?"
"A little. I want something to drink. Do we have anything
besides water?"
"I don't know, do we?"
"We have Sprite. It's warm. It's under the bed," Tay supplied.
I got up and dug until I found it. I brought it over to Kait and Zac.
Kay opened it and gave it to Zac. He took a couple sips and handed
it back to her. She set it up just inside the bathroom door. I went
back to Tay and sat next to him. He brushed my hair again.
"I think my hair's brushed!" I told him.
"No it's not."
"Whatever. Is anyone else hungry?"
"I'm not," Kay answers.
"Me either."
"I am!!" Tay exclaims.
"Do we have any food?"
"Maybe, I'll check." He crawled under the bed and pulled out
a bag of Spicy Nacho Doritos and a couple cans of Dr. Pepper.
"Do you have a refrigerator under there?-"
"No, they're warm."
"A food box?-"
"No, there's no box..."
"A store??"
"No, there's no one under there. We just shove food under the
bed in case we hungry at two in the morning or something."
"Okay Tay. You're weird. These are the best chips!" We sat
down and started to eat the chips. The only sound for about five
minutes was me and Tay chewing.
"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer-"
"Zac, shut up and lay down," Kait said.
"Okay." He cuddled into her lap and layed his head on her
chest. "I like this blanket. It's fuzzy."
"It's one of my favorite blankets."
"Mine too. It smells like you." He smelled the blanket.
"I smell?"
"You smell good."
"Like what?"
"I don't know, soap, flowers, fruit, babies..."
"Babies?"
"Yeah. I don't know how, but you do."
"Well, you smell good too."
"I smell like vomit."
"No you don't. But I don't mean today."
"What do I smell like?"
"Zac."
"What?"
"You smell like Zac. It's undefinable. But it's all Zac." Jewel's
'Who Will Save Your Soul' came on the radio. "I'm tired."
"You can sleep here with me."
"Okay." They layed down on Zac's bed and covered up with
the tiger blanket.
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