Cool

The night was still silent.

Cool!

It was still piercing to the ribs.

Hector's ears kept hearing the sound of cricket-like insects chirping rather loudly in the night.

Hector's heartbeat was so loud that he also heard and felt his heartbeat.

The little man woke up from his sleep then hurriedly positioned himself sitting on the purple bed.

Yes, he was still in his sister Helena's bed.

Tense, he still felt tense.

The white t-shirt Rico was wearing was wet with his sweat.

His heart was still beating fast, and his breathing was ragged as if it was still difficult to breathe.

He was silent for a few minutes, trying to regulate his breathing. After calming down, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Hector calmed down, his breathing started to regulate, and his heart beat normally again.

He realized that what he was experiencing was just a dream.

The dream felt real, event after event, and he experienced it in such detail.

Every storyline in the dream made him feel like it was happening.

Like it wasn't a dream.

Her eyes wandered around to see her surroundings. She was still in Helena's bed with the purple blanket.

Maia, her mother, and Helena, her sister, were still in the same position they had been when they left for bed.

Her lips smiled as she exhaled.

"Hhhhhhhhhh, ...." Hector exhaled, now breathing a sigh of relief. "I was just dreaming! This isn't real", he said.

Hector's eyes wandered around and stopped at Helena's mauve wall clock.

"Uhm, it's half past three in the morning." Hector came to his senses. His body was wriggling, and he relaxed his muscles.

'I'm so tired. Hector was calmer now, although the dream still plagued his mind.

He couldn't understand why he had that dream. "Never mind."

Hector then laid his body down while murmuring. "I'm so tired. I'd better get some sleep."

He then pulled up the blanket and started looking for a comfortable position for his body lying on the bed.

"Ouch! My clothes are so wet!" he said as he returned to a sitting position. Then, the little man stood up to walk slowly.

He intended to get some clothes from his room, but the clothes he was wearing were very wet. His hand reached for the doorknob of Helena's room.

Squeak unlocked the door, and Hector casually opened the door slowly while rubbing his right eye.

He was still very sleepy.

Hector and Helena's rooms were across from each other. Hector entered the room and immediately grabbed his change of clothes from his blue closet.

His hand grabbed a light brown t-shirt, which he immediately put on, and then quickly closed the wardrobe again. He slowly walked back to Helena's room.

She had not yet reached her destination, and her throat felt dry. She was thirsty, and the thirst was choking her neck until she finally decided to walk towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was on the left side of the house, opposite the position of their room on the right side.

To get to the kitchen, she had to pass through the living room in the center of the house.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Hector walked through the living room where Sebastian was sleeping.

He had forgotten that his father was there.

His eyes were a little blurry, so he couldn't see what was around him.

It was dark...

A typical nighttime situation in an American home.

They always turn off the lights when they sleep.

It was pitch black.

He walked slowly, his hands fumbling because it was so dark.

Hector passed by the sofa where Sebastian was sleeping that night.

Suddenly...

Hector fell. "Ouch!" he whispered.

Hector fell on the wooden floor, feeling the pain in his left leg as if sprained.

Yes, it did. Hector's left leg was hurting; his foot had been in the wrong position when he fell earlier, causing the sprain.

Sebastian's leg was so long that it hung over the sofa and hit Hector, who was walking near the gray sofa.

"Damn...," he muttered.

His eyes wandered in the dark, scanning the situation around where he had fallen.

His hand reached out to the table beside him, resting on it to give him some support and strength to stand up.

Hector immediately lifted his body and legs from his fall.

"Ouch!" he complained as he held his sore limbs.

Hector's lips grimaced as he felt the pain in his sprained left leg.

Limping on tiptoe, he made his way slowly back to the kitchen.

His leg was limping, and his steps were limping toward the kitchen, which was still a few steps away from the living room.

Grrrrrrhhhh...Grrrr... The sound of Sebastian snoring echoed throughout the room.

Fortunately, Sebastian didn't wake up; he was still sound asleep.

The snoring sound was also still loud and audible to Hector's ears.

"Fiuuuuuh...." Hector could now catch his breath.

Walking slowly again, he finally reached the kitchen.

He immediately turned on the kitchen light.

Hector very carefully reached for the glass on his mother's white shelf.

He pressed the "on" button on the tall, black box-shaped dispenser.

Water began to fill the glass in his hand, and Hector patiently collected the water in his yellow cup.

Hector slowly gulped down the yellow cup full of water.

"Aaaaah...." Much to his relief, his thirst was instantly quenched after drinking the water.

Finished drinking.

He immediately put the yellow glass in the sink.

"Hoaaaam!" Her sleepy eyes immediately made her yawn.

Right now, her sleepiness was back, overpowering all other feelings.

Her little body felt so tired; she was indeed deprived of incident.

An incident that she didn't want to remember anymore.

Coupled with his not sound sleep, he had to wake up because of the nightmare earlier.

It was good that his school had Saturday off tomorrow so he could have a long rest on his day off.

Hector quickly turned off the kitchen light switch, again making the room dark.

Then...

Hector walked slowly back to the living room where Sebastian had been sleeping.

Deliberately walking slowly so as not to wake Sebastian from his sleep.

With a sprained leg that still hurt from the fall earlier, he tried to reach Helena's room.

Suddenly.

Her steps stopped in the middle of her journey to Helena's room.

"Ouch!" muttered Hector softly. His lower abdomen hurt like he had to pee.

He immediately rushed to the bathroom. He quickened his pace and ran a little.

Even though his leg was sprained, he ran on tiptoe and endured the pain.

Hector couldn't help but feel like he had to pee at the end.

Fortunately, Hector's footsteps didn't wake Sebastian from his sleep.

They arrived in front of Helena's room.

Squeat, the door opened, and he quickly entered Helena's room and the bathroom..."

"What a relief!" he said.