Knock.
Knock.
Click-Clack.
Knock. Knock. KNOCK.
A grunt.
A few seconds later… jiggling.
Click-Whoosh.
"I can't believe it, you're still sleeping."
Urg… there is an adorable girl with white pajamas, holding keys. Her dark hair is all messy as if she just woke up from bed, but her eyes are fully awake, though. Those pretty almond eyes looked pretty… annoyed.
Maybe because she's looking at me—supposedly, her brother is still stuck on his own bed.
"Good morning," I say to my little sister.
"It's afternoon."
Let's get up… hold on. Maybe not. I'll just lie here for a while.
"Get out of there."
I will not. And you don't want me to see what's under my blanket.
I'd say I have a morning wood, but as she said, it's already afternoon. So, an afternoon wood? That's stupid, this body is just down bad for his little sister. Maybe I should stop looking at her petite body… and instead just imagine them while looking at the ceilings.
Yeah, that's a good plan.
We need to calm the little guy down.
Maria is getting impatient. She crosses her arms, and her mouth pouts. "Do you want me to throw you off your bed like the old time?"
"We used to do this?"
"We did, don't tell me you're still telling your amnesia crap?
"No, today I'm telling you that your pajamas are cute."
"Get out."
"I'm in the process of doing that, yeah."
I'd like to do that. I'd love to spend time with you, oh my adorable sister who turned me on wrongly. Don't worry, though, I'd do anything to have that happen—including chopping my penis off.
Second thought. Uh, I don't want to do that. I'd lose a way to feel sexual pleasure, and, probably the most critical factor, it would be painful.
Her foot smacks on the floor… closing to me.
Uh-oh, she is planning to throw me off after all.
"Fi—Five more minutes," I plead.
"A promise's a promise."
What promise I don't remember. I just don't want you to see my penis all erected.
"What's wrong with you these days?" she's now closer than ever, "I thought you changed. We changed."
She's arrived.
Her tiny hands dig into the white blanket.
"Maria."
Her eyes turn to me, listening.
"If you open that up, you'd see my afternoon wood."
I decided to let her know rather than see it.
"What is that?"
She tilts her head.
"It's—"
Whoosh.
She just threw off the blanket, saving me from its stomach.
Her eyes naturally land on what she's unwrapped. In doing that, they naturally come to my crotch. And find something I hope to be natural.
… hm. Unnaturally, she just looks… sad.
This isn't the type of reaction I'm expecting. Maybe more like, 'Kyaaa," or the classic 'pervert!' and then running off the door. That, I think, is more normal than staring at my erection with a distant gaze.
Her head turns to my face.
"You okay?"
Thai again. The sudden sympathy coming from her. They always caught me.
"Yeah."
I'm fine, I just had a boner.
"So why did you wake up late?"
I think of a reason fast. It's breaking my heart seeing this look on her face.
"'Cause it's Saturday?"
"Even if it is the weekends," her mouth together with her tongue, "it's not right. We promised to be better, right?"
"Uh… yeah?"
She lowered her head, her dark hair hiding her face, "I sometimes failed, too."
I suddenly have a huge headache as soon as she finished saying that.
It's moving again.
The worm.
Stab.
*
That's why we have each other. When one falls, one hand out a hand.
*
A sharp pain just struck my head.
I hold it… hoping it goes away.
But the worm is a part of me.
Stab.
*
Maria, no matter how much I said it, it doesn't get away.
Maria, no matter how much I listen, it doesn't get away.
Maria, no matter how much I masturbate to other girls, it doesn't get away.
No matter what, it doesn't get away.
*
Stop. Stop chomping his memories. I let you chop my dick off. Anything but this again.
Stab.
*
Today's Saturday, I have to take out the trash I made a promise to do that to Maria oh Maria she is my beloved little sister that I very much in—
*
It stops.
Suddenly there is no pain anymore.
But... comfort.
"There, there, it's fine, it's okay…"
Like a warm blanket, she wraps my whole head. Maria is hugging, protecting me with her body.
"That's why we have each other. I'm here."
My little sister, Maria, knows I'm in pain.
The stabbing only stops because an angel has given her body to its cause.
I stop remembering.
And surrendered in her grace.
Let me stay here forever.
Don't let go.
… But you can't do that.
Since we made a promise.
I remembered that.
I don't want to remember that.
She unwraps me.
Smiling.
"You look better now. You face all colors."
I am?
"Do you need me anymore? I can cancel my taekwondo class for today."
I shake my head, feeling my neck rustling. "No, you go. I am okay."
"You sure?"
I nod. Again, my neck is crying.
"Promise," my mouth mutters, "We promised."
"Yeah."
She exhales tiredly.
Her body steps away.
"I have prepared a small breakfast for you… Well, it has turned into your lunch now, I guess."
She turns away from the door.
"Get out of there. Please."
I push myself out of bed.
"I did. Thank you, Maria."
"Yeah."
She walked away.
And disappeared.
My feet are floating on the floor. I wasn't ready to land yet.
I want to think of what happened, but I'm afraid that'd cause the stabbing to return. So I'd better just go on with my days.
Like washing my face or taking out the trash.
Take a deep breath.
Fuu…
And go.
Hup.
My feet kiss the cold floor.
Thud.
Thud.
Whoosh.
Squeak.
Shhh…
Splash.
My face is wet.
I'm wide awake.