Carlos was startled that someone had actually gotten up to see him after… whatever that mess was that was in his head. He felt awful, having woken her up. “Oh, uh… Sorry. I… It’s okay. Everything’s okay. You, uh… you should go back to sleep.”
The young girl rubbed her eyes, yawning softly as she seemed to wobble in her stance. The night was still thriving, the time itself being around 2:08 AM.
She held the sheets in her grasp tightly, feeling another yawn coming as she stretched.
“Are you sure everything is okay? When I came in, you looked like you were having a bad sleep…”
Her eyes averted to the side, her hair somewhat messy as she lightly rubbed her cheek. The girl looked to be about 8 years of age, her short brown hair frizzed up as she did just wake up moments ago.
Her attire consisted of a white night dress with white bunny slippers…“And its okay… you don’t have to be sorry if you aren’t sleeping good…”
Carlos got up, wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants with a Bill Nye the Science Guy title card pattern as well as a white sleeveless undershirt. He went up to her to help guide her back to bed. Seeing her disheveled hair made him think about his own; it was probably unruly and his beard certainly would need a trim. Morning stuff, but ugh… someone saw him before he could get to that point.
“I’m still sorry that I woke you,” he told her. “C’mon, kiddo… let’s get you back to bed and asleep, okay?”
Luci, of course, wasn’t buying it.
Yet, she knew people shouldn’t be forced to talk, so she decided that maybe talking would be for later.Right now, she did want to go back to sleep, another yawn escaping her lips as she walked with Carlos back to her current sleeping area.
“It’s okay….” She mumbled, a small slur in her words, due to her sleep state.“We can talk about it… in the morning?”
She asked, glancing up to the tired male beside her.
Carlos blinked at her. He wasn’t sure, really. It was just a dream after all. And he really didn’t need to hear about his unhappy relationship with his mother, and the dreams he has about her…. nor did she need to hear him accidentally rant about the woman and her ableism and misandry and narcissism… Yeah, he’d rather not get into that with an 8 year old.
“Maybe. But you need to sleep, and so do I. I’m sorry… you didn’t have to come and see if I was okay… but thank you.”
The Perfect Scientist 