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Sleepover

Eating soup in Robbie's kitchen has been strange enough. Now he is finding me one of his long shirts so I can sleep in something dry. He tells me he laid out the clothes on his bed and for me to change when I'm done my late night snack. I work very hard not to glance his way or reveal my love for him through my eyes. It is difficult not to look at him while he tidies up his kitchen or disappears into his bedroom once more just to reappear with blue and purple plaid pajamas on. It is almost three in the morning. We both need sleep. I rinse my bowl out and head for his bedroom.

I emerge into his main room with a long maroon t-shirt on. I walk slowly since it only covers down to the top of my knees. In his orange chair, Robbie has laid out a cream-colored fleece blanket for me. I love that I haven't seen his television on once. I notice a bookcase against the far wall. He must read regularly, which makes sense – he is a big nerd, after all.

"Um, are you comfortable?" He asks.

"Yes," I reply, "thank you for helping me."

Robbie folds his arms and huffs, "I want to know why you fainted. Do you need a doctor?"

"No, it's probably from stress and no sleep. We really had a long night. Hey, if that fortune teller is still around tomorrow, promise me you will keep her away from you." My worry is bubbling around me like a foam bath. "She really creeped me out."

Shaking his head, Robbie answers, "I won't bat an eyelash at her. Goodnight, Stephanie."

"Goodnight, Robbie." He takes a final look at me. His cheeks are pink as he turns towards his bedroom.

Immediately upon sitting on his orange chair, I am sucked into a void. I feel my body floating. Another set of image cards spread out in my mind. I'm wondering if this is a side-effect of time travel. The static voice of Robbie had told me to use my powers. I am not a magical being, so he must have meant the power to see each outcome of what I'm changing. I focus on the second to last card. Another film-style vision begins.

I see Stingy and the gang huddling together on the field, talking very low. I overhear part of their conversation.

"She is going crazy with paranoia," Trixie whispers.

Ziggy blurts, "In her defense, Sportacus became extremely jealous of her and Robbie. He's the one who should watch his back. He pushed over the fruit cart when Robbie came into town. And Stephanie said she knew it would happen. I'm telling you, she may be crazy, but she is spot on with everything."

"Why should he watch his back? Do you think Robbie and Steph are in cahoots?" Stingy adds after Pixel nods, "That was my feeling all along, anyways. If they are really an item, good for them. But Sportacus has a strange look in his eyes. He seems to be going mad."

Pixel chimes in, "That's what happens when people buy in to these damn fortune tellers. I guess she told Sportacus that Stephanie would try to rid Lazytown of him. Now he walks around just as paranoid as she is. Something wicked is coming. It doesn't take a computer whiz to see that."

"Alright, we need to stick together. We need to talk to the Mayor and inform him of what's happening." Trixie lifts her head as if to look right at me, but I am not visible.

An earth-shattering blast is heard from not too far away. The ground is a grumbling dragon awakening from a thousand-year slumber.

"Dang it!" Pixel shouts, "We might be too late. We need to get Mayor Meanswell."

Another blast like dynamite is heard. I hear distant screaming – my screaming. I hear Robbie shouting as well.

Trixie stares into the distance and screams, "It's happening! It's happening! Lazytown is doomed just like Lorna said!"

My body convulses. I am no longer in control of what I see. A slideshow of pictures is shown to me with no audio. There is Robbie and I talking while he is building the Dream Machine. It fades as if it has never happened. Then snapshots of Lorna pop up. I interrupt her from talking to Robbie. Next, the night I was on the bleachers shows its pretty face. Robbie walks around with a flashlight searching for the green ball. This fades away as well. Then as if in fast forward, images of the Forest flip through as if in a book. They turn to ash and blow away. I am left in darkness.

"You may have blocked one path, but not all." Lorna's rough voice scratches my ears, "I am an inevitable push for their fears. Just remember where one thing is prevented, another may occur. Time travel is tricky. Foretelling the future is tricky. Good luck changing something as concrete as destiny."

My eyes shoot open and I gasp for air. My chest is tight and I am shaking and panicky.

My memories shift, adding new ones that were never there before. I suddenly remember waking up in Robbie's orange chair and leaving while he slept soundly in his bed. I recall walking back to Uncle Milford's house and suddenly unpacking my things as if I had just arrived. I think long and hard as my vision and brain finally put two and two together. I am outside, in the middle of the road, hearing my friends laughing in the distance.

I have somehow jumped to what should have been my first day of vacation.