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- 2-Midnight Snack
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The air was still and dark when Nana opened her eyes. She wasn’t naked. A white T-shirt clung to her. She drew her blanket up over her shoulders and rolled onto her belly anyway. She wasn’t lying in the dirt, and she wasn’t being paraded as a joke on the backs of laughing money. There was only her bed beneath her.

            The front of her brain flickered replays of her nightmare. Nana sat up. She could feel that the front of her shorts were damp. The Girl, Lucy, had put her fingers inside her body. It had made her wet in the dream, too. Was that normal? Her shorts felt sticky and gross.

            As she turned to get out of bed, she tumbled and fell. She looked back and saw both her legs still laying there mockingly. Her vectors easily clicked her legs back into place, but it was too little too late. Nana’s chest tightened and her eyes welled with tears. The dream, her sticky shorts, her legs. She didn’t know if the dream made her a bad girl. She wished Papa had told her how to be a good girl.

            She rubbed her face hard against the wooden floor. Good girls didn’t cry. Good girls were brave.

            The faint creeping of bare feet on wooden floorboards came underneath her door. Nana knelt in the middle of her floor, rubbing her eyes. It was probably Mayu. She probably didn’t sleep much. She always woke up first. Whenever Nana awoke during the night, she would hear Mayu, in the hallway, in the bathroom, in the kitchen.

            Nana opened her door, quietly. Late night talks between the two had become routine. They helped them both get to sleep.

            Like her room, the hallway was utterly still, the hush only broken by the cold light that cut from the open kitchen doorway. She felt comforted. The house had very little furniture or decoration, which always made it feel so large and empty at night, heavy around her like a dark monolith. The old, white walls were too bare to crowd out ghosts, and just dingy enough to keep them there and she didn’t like the way her feet sounded on the floorboards. Her prosthetics didn’t make a comforting scuffle; they made a dull clop, sometimes accompanied by the faint hissing of her knees moving, if she felt alone enough. Being alone in the dark of Kaeda house always made Nana’s mind and heart flutter.

            As Nana approached the kitchen, she saw the muted glaze of the TV coming from the adjacent room. Bathed in its flickering light was Mayu, belly-up and spread eagled on a purple bean-bag chair, her neck craned painfully backwards and her mouth open, eyes shut in deep sleep.

            Nana paused for a moment. She rested her hand on the corner and blinked blearily against the white light of the kitchen, not quite entering for a moment.

            The kitchen was still a bit too white and bright as Nana passed through the doorway. Lucy sat on the far counter, a bowl clutched in her hands and hair obscuring her face as she spooned brown mush into her mouth. Nana drew her hands to her chest against this perfect coincidence. She felt numb.

            “I’m sorry…” Nana said.

            Lucy looked up and brushed her hair out of her face, expression unreadable. As always. It was too late for Nana to just go back to sleep.

            “Did I wake you?” she continued.

            They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

            “How?” Lucy asked.

            Nana looked at the floor and hesitantly crossed to the table in the middle of the room, hands still at her chest. As she pulled out a chair the scraping of wooden legs on tile seemed deafeningly awkward, and she wished she hadn’t done it. She quickly sat down and stared at the table.

            “No reason…. I’m sorry.” She said.

            She felt Lucy looking at her and glanced up. Lucy had her head cocked to the side and her eyes had widened slightly. Nana had no idea what that meant.

            “Do you want me to get you something?” Lucy’s question came out hesitatingly.

            “No! Why?” Nana blurted.

            There was another long pause.

            “Do you want to talk about something?” Lucy’s next question came out even more hesitatingly.

            Nana remembered she had come for a midnight snack! She got out of her seat, the groan of chair legs sounding more awkward the second time. As she approached the counter it seemed very small, and Lucy suddenly seemed to take up a lot of space on it. No matter what cabinet Nana went for, she would be right next to Lucy. She scrambled on top of it anyway, balanced precariously on the lip of the sink. As she stretched for the top cabinet, she suddenly felt how thin her shirt was. She looked down at Lucy and saw she was staring at her, bowl of mush cradled in both hands, head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised. Nana suddenly felt like Lucy could see everything through the light material of her shirt. She quickly turned her gaze to the contents of the cabinet, but her cheeks started to grow hot anyway.

            The cabinet was lined with cans upon cans upon cans and Nana had no idea what any of them were, but she felt very embarrassed by how close she was and the way her shirt clung to her body, so she quickly grabbed the first one she saw and hopped down, retreating to her chair. A cabinet by Lucy’s thigh opened and a can opener drifted out, held by Lucy’s vectors. It floated three feet away from Nana, still.

            Bangs obscured Lucy’s eyes, again. “Take it.” She said. “With your vectors.”

            Before she could think, Nana obeyed. As she reached out and took it, she could feel Lucy’s vector brush against hers. She left it there, both vectors faintly touching. Nana felt her spine tingle. The creeping warmth in her cheeks hadn’t subsided. She looked at Lucy’s face, eye’s obscured, mouth set in a flat line. But her vector didn’t move away.

            “Are you alright?” Nana said, but Lucy didn’t answer.

            Nana’s shirt was so thin and white, her shorts only barely covering her butt. She wished she was wearing something underneath them. Lucy was wearing thick, grey sweatpants and a stiff, black T-shirt. She was probably wearing underwear, too.

            “I’m sorry.” Said Nana, quickly withdrawing her vector. Clunk. Her left arm fell to the floor. Her heart beat at the base of her throat and her eyes widened. “I’m sorry.” She said, reaching out with another vector to pick up her arm. Clunk. Her left arm bounced off the table and fell, with a clatter, to the floor. From underneath bangs, Lucy stared at her. Nana twisted in her chair. There was another clatter as she dropped the can opener. She felt like crying.

            Lucy put her bowl aside and started walking over, picking up the can opener on her way. She walked around the table, her eyes on Nana’s left arm, and started reaching over to pick it up.

            “You did this to me!” Nana screamed, tears in her eyes.

            Lucy took a quick step back and straightened, hands awkward at her sides. She looked shocked and hurt. Nana felt ashamed.

            “It… it’s true.” She said anyway. “You did.”

            It was silent as Nana picked up her mess with her vectors. As she clicked her arms back into place. As she opened the can, there was nothing but the light scrape of metal on tin. Inside the can was little brown bits suspended in a glistening, brown goo. With her fingers, Nana began eating them. They were mushy and tasteless.

            “You’re supposed to heat them.” Lucy said.

            Nana felt stupid. “I like them cold.” She lied.

            The warmth in Nana’s cheeks started to feel like a sickness. She felt dizzy, staring at the brown goo, putting it in her mouth, and swallowing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Lucy was just standing there, arms still at her sides, watching her eat. Lucy must have noticed that Nana was looking at her, because after a moment she crossed her arms and looked at the ground.

            “I’m going back to bed.” Lucy said.

            In a second, Lucy was gone. Nana thought about when their vectors had touched. She thought about that tingle that went up her spine. For some reason, she thought about Lucy’s sweatpants, and that grim set in her mouth. She thought about Lucy standing there; hurt, with bangs in her face, her arms at her sides. No underwear. Just a clinging T-shirt and little shorts. Nyu?

            Nana pushed her can aside and rested her head against the table. Papa probably knew what she was thinking and it was bad. Her arms and legs were plastic. But her cheeks were still warm.
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