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It was one of those fuzzy sort of nights tonight, those kinds of nights that you only have a chance of remembering when you wake up, if you ever went to sleep.
SC tossed and turned in his pull-out drawer bed, slowly feeling the consciousness fill his body from his head to the tips of his toes. His eyes slowly fluttered open, as he planted his arms in the mattress and lifted himself up into a sitting position.
It was dark. It was always dark at this time, of course. What woke him was a mystery. He looked over to his nightstand to find their digital clock that read 2:36AM. Wonderful, they thought to themselves, Waking up in the middle of the night again.
They dragged their sluggish body out of bed, slowly making their way down to the kitchen. They brushed their hand across the wall as they sleepily stomped down the stairs, feeling the rough texture of the painted walls under their palm. They weaved around furniture and Yellow’s gadgets and Red’s pet toys, and finally walked into the kitchen like a zombie just risen from their grave.
They opened the cupboard two spaces from the fridge, and got a glass for themselves. He walked over to the faucet, the pale light of the desktop in night-mode bleeding in through the window. It shone in his eyes like glowing pearls.
He turned the knob of the faucet, the gentle hush of the water filling the air, as the glass filled with the life-sustaining liquid. Once it was full, he lifted the glass up to his lips and took a sip, no more than an ounce spilling onto his chin and the side of the glass. His eyes were dry as he turned to look out the window, the shine in his eyes more resembling tiny moons now. It was beautiful, in a way. Through all the grogginess that plagued his mind, he found himself smiling at the sight.
“It sure is beautiful at this time of night…”
SC looked around, confused. Who’d said that?
“Hello?” they called. No answer was given.
After standing around and looking like a dumbfounded wet dog for about a minute, SC shrugged and continued sipping his water. The icy cold spread like crystalline formations in the cave that was his chest, waking him further. Did he just… hear someone? No, surely he didn’t. They didn’t sound like any of his friends.
He disregarded the thought and blamed it on how late it was. Finishing up his water, he set the glass down in the sink to be washed the next morning.
He looked at the pale light shining through the window one last time, reminiscing in it for a bit. He ought to get back to bed soon, shouldn’t he?
He didn’t remember anything after that.