A/N: Rated T
A gift for Cstorm86 for battling the army of typos and grammar mistakes I do.
Goldilocks
The Higurashi family came back home from a trip and walked inside the house with tired, but happy expressions. It was quite late, so they dropped their bags next to the door and decided to unpack at morning, after a nice rest. It has been a busy time of hiking and sightseeing, with an overnight stay in a hotel. Still, it was nice to be back home.
Grandpa was going to his room to retire for the night, but as he went to fetch his favorite blanket from the couch in the living room, he stopped and looked at his favorite comfy chair. It didn't stand where it usually did in front of the TV, but more to the side, with cushions in a different way he liked.
"Someone sat in my chair," he scratched his chin and then shrugged it off, thinking it had been probably moved by his daughter-in-law before their trip. Thinking nothing of it, since nothing else in the room was moved or missing, the old shrine keeper went to bed, pulling his blanket over his head.
"Someone ate my potato chips," Souta pouted as he rummaged through the cabinet in the kitchen. Mama Higurashi smiled and put the box of her sleeping pills back to the cabinet, one pill cradled in her palm. She was tired, but often she had trouble falling asleep, no matter how much her body needed it.
"It were probably you before and now you forgot. Anyway, it's too late for snacks, go to bed," she said.
And Souta went to bed without a snack, which was healthy and the right thing to do anyway. The boy fell asleep in the way only exhausted children after a day of running and breathing in fresh air can.
Mama Higurashi went to bed too, after taking her pill and drinking some water. She quickly fell into a deep, restful slumber, a smile on her face.
Kagome walked into her room and closed the door behind her, her eyes drawn to a prone form splayed on top of her bed. In the darkness she could barely make out the white waterfall of long hair falling over the edge of the bed.
"Someone sleeps in my bed," she whispered wickedly and stalked forwards.
A quiet creak of the bed and a soft whisper straight to a pointed ear went unnoticed in the slumbering house. So did the sounds that followed.
It's safe to say that Goldilocks of this particular story didn't try to run out of the house upon waking up.