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"Zaky!" Wheezie cried, startling me and severing my contact with her side. "What's going on? Why are we in the bathroom?" she asked. I panicked. How was I supposed to answer her?
"Uhh…" I hesitated. "Maybe I, uh, we sleepwalked in here?"
"Don't give me that crap, Zak. You did something – consciously – while I was asleep to get us out of bed. I already have a theory as to what you did," she continued, jabbing a finger in my direction, "but I want to hear it from you. What happened?" she finished. Again I stumbled with my words before finally answering.
"Well, um; Okay, I'll confess. While you were asleep, I got thirsty and wanted a drink, so I gained control of your half of the body and came in here, the bathroom, to get a drink. I was kinda hoping you wouldn't wake up."
"You gained control of my half of the body?!" Wheezie cried. "Zachary, how long have you been doing this?"
"Well, this would be the first," I answered.
After a pause that seemed like forever, she finally responded. "Zak, I just don't know what to say," she confessed.
"Look, Wheezie, I'm sorry I did this, I… I was just curious."
"No, no – it's not that," she began. "I'm just as amazed as I'm sure you were. But… does this mean I can do it too?" she asked.
"Um, yes. If my guess is correct, either one of us can do it, but only if the other lets them or is asleep," I concluded.
"Wow," was all she said. "Well," she yawned, "I'm still really tired. Let's go back to bed; and no funny business from either of us, got it?"
"Got it," I affirmed.
"Good." And with that, we fell into the all-too-familiar feeling of sharing steps. It was a pattern: I took the right foot step; she took the left foot step. By the time we got back to bed, I was really wishing we had Quetzal's crystals. Despite how much I loved my sister, a part of me had an urging desire to live a life separate from her. Thinking back to the day with the playground construction, it occurred to me that it wasn't even really necessary for us to (physically) join back together at all. While we were separate, any problems generated by the separation were insignificant to the problems I now faced with a physical union. So what if I didn't know how to make a drum trampoline have just the right amount of tension for a bounce? (I now believe I correctly know how to do this.) So what if Wheezie didn't know she should've read the instructions for building a xylophone slide? I'm sure she knows how to now.
And what if I wanted to date girls in a few years? Wheezie can't be there when I do that! I had to do something. First thing tomorrow, I would discuss these things with Wheezie. We would go to our school in the morning and ask Quetzal if we could have the crystals which he had no personal use for. Heck, I was willing to buy them from him if I had to. And what is up with that completely useless poem? Is it even really necessary? Don't the crystals work by themselves? Why did we have to clank them together? What do the sound waves of our voices have to do with it? Is it a mental thing? Why did we have to fly into the air? So many questions, yet I would have to wait until tomorrow to answer them all.
I looked at the clock on my nightstand, wishing I could turn over in bed. I'm sure that always sleeping on my back every night of my life has had some sort of adverse effect on my or our health, I thought. Here it is, almost 2:00 am, and I'm thinking about separating from my sister.
I finally closed my eyes, realizing that staring at the ceiling was worse than at least attempting to fall asleep. Maybe this is just a part of growing up, but why were we not separate at birth? I wondered. These and other thoughts filled my head as I finally drifted off to sleep.
Yeah, there's a Title Drop for you; go look that up on TV Tropes. As the author, I'm not really keeping track of any and all tropes I may be utilizing. Should I continue? The third chapter is the longest. (I seem to have a reputation for exceedingly short chapters.)