Small feet thumped up the steps and the door to the bedroom open. The two young girls shed their brightly colored backpacks and leaned them against the bed to their right.
“Well, I’ve got some thingies to help me when I’m sad,” the blonde haired girl said. Her voice was high-pitched and she was missing a tooth on the bottom row of teeth.
“Oh? Well, like what,” the brown-haired girl asked as she pushed her red, round rimmed glasses up on the bridge of her nose.
“Well,” she started. She bounded over to her dresser, yanked open the middle drawer, and pulled out a particularly special article of clothing. “This is my ‘I’m feeling kind of crummy’ sweater. I wear it when I’m feeling kind of crumby.” Her little hands held the sweater up for her friend to see. The sweater was pink and had several smiling cartoon characters on the front.
“Oh I like that,” the brown-haired girl said with a genuine smile; she was missing a tooth too, though her’s was on the top row.
The blonde haired girl folded the sweater up with child-like care and placed it at the end of her bed. She walked back over to her friend’s side.
Next, she grabbed a wooden music box off of the small nightstand next to the headboard. “This is for when my sweater isn’t helping too much. I call it the dancing frog box.” To demonstrate, she opened the box and a fake frog with big orange eyes, who was sitting on a lily pad, sprung up. She twisted the silver turner on the bottom. A soft tune began to play.
The brown-haired girl blissfully watched the frog slowly spin. The tune filled the bedroom; it’s light dings and pings were pleasing to the ears. When the song ended she looked back at her friend. “I really like that,” she said.
The blonde haired girl closed the box and placed it next to the ‘I’m feeling kind of crumby’ sweater. “Do you want to know what I go for when I’m really sad,” she asked with her eyebrows raised. This caused her usually pristine forehead to become wrinkled for the time being.
The brown-haired girl nodded; her eyes widened, and her mouth fell agape slightly.
The blonde haired girl knelt down, moved their backpacks out of the way, laid down flat, and slid under her bed on her belly.
The brown-haired girl, without hesitation, got down on her belly and slid under the bed. She crawled to position herself next to her friend. “So you come under here when you’re really sad?” She brought her hand up and readjusted her glasses again.
“Yes, but there’s something else I use to help a super extra amount,” she replied.
To their right sat folded up, very soft looking blanket.
The blonde girl reached out and grabbed the blanket. She pulled it towards her and unfolded it halfway. “I use this when nothing else will help. It’s really soft. Here, feel.”
The brown-haired girl felt. The blanket was soft. She imagined that it was made out of material that wasn’t from Earth. “Wow,” she breathed.
“I know,” the blonde haired girl replied with a hint of pride, “it’s my favorite.” She ran her hand across is for a moment. “When I get really sad I come down here and lay with this blanket, it always helps.”
Brown eyes looked over to her friend. “Well why not just use it all the time? Even when you’re just feeling kind of crummy?”
“It would run out of juice. I need to use it when I’m really feeling bad, or I’ll get used to it.”
The brown-haired girl nodded, as if she had been told the obvious, and looked at the blanket. It looked like a simple fleece blanket to her. The color was a dark shade of crimson, like the kind she saw on her knees when she fell and scraped them at recess.
The two of them laid there and basked in the blanket’s power. They both kept hold of it.
The very air in the room seemed to stand still. Time was forgotten. Their bodies began to warm the carpet as they laid there. They rested their heads atop the semi-unfolded blanket and stared at each thread of red, wanting to count them all.
Before long, an older, female voice called from downstairs. “Hannah! Marie! I made sandwiches, come and get it!”
Hannah and Marie focused on each other and smiled softly. They lifted their heads off of the blanket and let go of their portions. Hannah folded it up and placed it back in it’s spot. The two drug themselves forward, crawled out from under the bed, and emerged on the other side.
The two girls stood up and dusted off their school uniforms.
Marie said: “Thank you for showing me everything Hannah. Tomorrow you can come over to my house and I can show you all of my secret stuff.”
Hannah nodded; “okay!”
The two of them exited the room and Hannah shut the door behind her.
The room stayed; dust particles slowly wafted into visibility through sun beams that shone through the windows.