Thankfully the next day was Saturday, allowing Sonic and the Anderson
family to spend some quality time at the swimming pool. It was a good thing
school was almost over, or Sonic would have a heart attack with all the
work he had to do on school grounds.
He almost had a heart attack anyway.
Most of the kids knew him at the pool, and therefore he spent most of his time hiding and trying to be alone while trying to get a tan.
Eventually, Sonic somehow found a nice sunny, isolated spot he could get a decent tan in. The sun was warm and almost buttery as he laid there, while he remembered days of home.
"Hey Sonic! Wanna build a sandcastle?!"
"Not now, Tails. I'm trying to take a nap."
Tails gave him a funny look. "Big people take naps?" he asked, always curious and willing to listen to Sonic talk.
"Yep," Sonic replied, "Even big people take naps. If fact, some people miss it from when they were kids. Tanning on the beach is just another way to take a nap, but the best part is you look good afterwards too."
"Wow." Tails whispered. The kid never knew how important naps were to people. "Should I get a nap-tan too?"
Sonic laughed to himself. The kid was honestly cute sometimes. "Nah," Sonic answered, "You have so much fur it wouldn't make any difference."
Tails started to pout. "What good is all this fur anyway if you can't get a nap-tan?"
"Well." Sonic pretended to think, sitting up and looking up at the sky, "It does make you more."
Sonic suddenly grabbed Tails and gave him a nuggie while shouting, "CUDDLLY!!"
Sonic remembered that day on the beach, the way Tails giggled uncontrollably, the exact fluffy-ness of the clouds. He remembered how hot the sand was, and how much he missed home.
He looked at the kids around him; the ones in the pool, the ones with their parents, the ones with their best friends especially. Something was starting to tug inside him, and he knew he had to be alone.
Sonic then went to the boys room, where he found himself alone enough to cry.
"Maybe it's all a dream." he whispered to himself, still choked by sobs, "Maybe I'll wake up and Tails will be there, wondering why I slept in. Maybe Sally'll be there too, scolding me for being lazy again. Bunny will be cooking breakfast, and Rotor will give me the maps of my morning rounds.
".Maybe none of this is real."
Even though he tried, reality slipped from him too fast to grasp it, to hold on. He let himself be swallowed by the darkness clouding his vision, only too happy to find anything, anything at all, that could prove this was a dream.
Instead of reality slipping, it comes debatable that he might have let go.
He almost had a heart attack anyway.
Most of the kids knew him at the pool, and therefore he spent most of his time hiding and trying to be alone while trying to get a tan.
Eventually, Sonic somehow found a nice sunny, isolated spot he could get a decent tan in. The sun was warm and almost buttery as he laid there, while he remembered days of home.
"Hey Sonic! Wanna build a sandcastle?!"
"Not now, Tails. I'm trying to take a nap."
Tails gave him a funny look. "Big people take naps?" he asked, always curious and willing to listen to Sonic talk.
"Yep," Sonic replied, "Even big people take naps. If fact, some people miss it from when they were kids. Tanning on the beach is just another way to take a nap, but the best part is you look good afterwards too."
"Wow." Tails whispered. The kid never knew how important naps were to people. "Should I get a nap-tan too?"
Sonic laughed to himself. The kid was honestly cute sometimes. "Nah," Sonic answered, "You have so much fur it wouldn't make any difference."
Tails started to pout. "What good is all this fur anyway if you can't get a nap-tan?"
"Well." Sonic pretended to think, sitting up and looking up at the sky, "It does make you more."
Sonic suddenly grabbed Tails and gave him a nuggie while shouting, "CUDDLLY!!"
Sonic remembered that day on the beach, the way Tails giggled uncontrollably, the exact fluffy-ness of the clouds. He remembered how hot the sand was, and how much he missed home.
He looked at the kids around him; the ones in the pool, the ones with their parents, the ones with their best friends especially. Something was starting to tug inside him, and he knew he had to be alone.
Sonic then went to the boys room, where he found himself alone enough to cry.
"Maybe it's all a dream." he whispered to himself, still choked by sobs, "Maybe I'll wake up and Tails will be there, wondering why I slept in. Maybe Sally'll be there too, scolding me for being lazy again. Bunny will be cooking breakfast, and Rotor will give me the maps of my morning rounds.
".Maybe none of this is real."
Even though he tried, reality slipped from him too fast to grasp it, to hold on. He let himself be swallowed by the darkness clouding his vision, only too happy to find anything, anything at all, that could prove this was a dream.
Instead of reality slipping, it comes debatable that he might have let go.