"Now," he said, undoing the scarf to put away, "Someone needs to get some sleep. Sound like a plan?" "Yeah... I guess so..." I said, sighing with a soft tone. Kneeling at the bedside, we said our prayers, like we did every night. He stood up and began to walk out of the room, but I wasn't completely done yet. "Dad?" I asked, not quite to sleep yet. "Yes, kiddo?" "I love you..." He smiled and walked back over, ruffling my hair and kissing my forehead. "I love you too, Tod. Now, go have some sweet dreams." "Goodnight..." I answered, hugging him around the neck. He hugged me back. "Goodnight..." After we let go, he stood up once again. He walked out of the door, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. I had decided that …show more content…
Seven o'clock, sharp. I sat up a little and yawned, stretching my arms as far as they could go before them relaxing them back down onto the sheets. I blinked twice, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. When I touched my eyes, I felt something a little wet. It was a tear. I had cried a little bit in my sleep. At first I was unsure, but it didn't take long before I remembered what it was. I had just had a dream about Seattle and I, and now a fifteen-year-old, it had been almost three years since he had passed away. Hesitant to actually get up, nothing could have woken me from my slumber but one person. She happened to be there, erasing all hope of sleeping in. "Tod... it's time to rise and shine..." greeted the young, female voice through the speaker in my TV. She spoke with just the slightest French accent, and it was obvious that she was doing her best to sound …show more content…
"Sylvia. It's seven in the morning. Let me have some sleep every once in a while. Sound like a good plan?" The girl decided to hologram in a chair beside my bed. She crossed both her arms and legs, shooting over at me a look of friendly annoyance. Sylvia was a chimera, the same as me. However, instead of being a 'vulpine', she looked much more like a lynx. She had catty features, such as sharper ears, a shorter snout, and green feline eyes. She was slender and a little short, and had straight, black hair that reached down to her waist in the back and across her right eye in the front. Today, she was intending to look a little studious. When she appeared, she looked as if she were wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a white button-down. Her button-down was covered by a yellow sweater, the sleeves of which were rolled up to right above her elbows. "So," she started giving a short sigh. "How did you sleep? Did you dream? Were there any dreams of electric sheep?" "Do robots actually dream of those things?" I asked, my eyes still adjusting to the light. "No. But I wouldn't know, I'm an Artificial Intelligence, not a
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“Most certainly.” His voice was so soothing that instead of feeling frightened about our situation, I felt safe. “Good Night, uhm—“
The buzz from my cell phone forced me to open my eyes. Yawning, I closed my eyes again, did not feel to wake up yet. Besides, my bedroom was still dark. Well, I closed the entire curtain tightly last night because my goal was to sleep in.
I slept peacefully last night. I woke up around 6:00 in the morning. I wash my face before heading to the living room. I took out some eggs and cooked them. I made scrambled eggs. I turned on the TV and Drake and Josh is on. It is 6:15, so I quickly eat my scrambled eggs and head for my bathroom. I wash my face again and brush my teeth.