At the end of Siri's day, I was still thinking about the strangely familiar boy in her class. It's like I had seen him in my world, but I couldn't remember where...
I stood just outside her door as she changed for bed. When we were little, I would just turn my back and sit on the edge of her bed, but things had gotten a bit more awkward with age. Through the door, I called, "Almost done in there?"
As if on cue, she opened the door, looking as annoyed as she always did. I grinned, satisfied at having gotten under her skin yet again.
Once she was settled in her bed and I was in a chair next to it, I asked, "Any theories on this Oliver kid?"
"I'm sure it's nothing," she replied quietly, staring at the ceiling.
"Oh, come on, you have to be a little suspicious."
"If you'll let me go to sleep, we can discuss this later."
"Okay, okay, fine."
As she drifted off to sleep, I felt myself dissolving from her world. I can't help but wonder sometimes if she feels the same thing when I fall asleep. I closed my eyes, waiting to wake up in my bed...
And I was back. My dark, cluttered room sharply contrasted hers: bright, open, girly. Band posters covered my walls, most of them for E-Sum. I sat up in my bed, rubbing at my eyes. Siri was leaning against the wall beside me. "About time," she said. "I don't understand how you can just lie there for ten minutes doing nothing."
"Try it sometime. It's refreshing." I waved a hand, signaling for her to step into the hallway for a while. She rolled her eyes as she went. It seemed like it would be an average day. Of course, the weirdest things happen when you least expect them.