It was the middle of the night. Nine-year-old Mikasa Ackerman was tossing and turning on her big bed.
Despite her bed being very soft, she seemed unable to get comfortable. She sighed angrily, her black hair sprawled out on the pillow. She put her hand on her forehead.
'I'm so tired…'
Mikasa tossed her white sheets and red blankets off of her, slipping off and heading out.
To get to her destination, she had to walk through the living room and kitchen. It seemed to be glowing from the moonlight that shone through the window. Mikasa stopped to stare for a minute, looking at the beautiful forest that was outside.
She could see the trees swaying in the gentle breeze. She smiled slightly, her tired eyes feeling heavy.
Mikasa walked towards her parent's bedroom, something she often did when she couldn't sleep.
When she walked in, she saw her mother and father sleeping side by side. Their breaths were small and soft.
It felt very peaceful in the room. Mikasa creeped over, not wanting to startle them. She softly shook her mother awake.
Her mom's dark black eyes, which were actually blue if you got close enough, softly opened.
"Mikasa? What's wrong sweetie?" she asked, sitting up. Her black hair which was identical to Mikasa's was messy.
"Mom, I can't sleep," Mikasa said. Her mother's face softened.
"Come here," she said, scooting over. Mikasa lied by her side.
"I'll stay here until you fall asleep, okay sweetie?"
Mikasa nodded. She snuggled against her mother, hearing her soft heartbeat.
A few minutes went by, when Mikasa's breathing slowed and her tired eyes began to close. Her mother gave her a kiss on her forehead.
"Goodnight sweetie. I love you," she whispered softly.
"I love you too, Mom…"