Chapter 8: Pancakes
I gasped and darted upward from my bed. Morning light filled my room. My stuck to me and my sheets were tangled around my legs. My alarm clock buzzed its 7:30 alarm. I reached over and switched it off. What kind of dream was that? That was horrible! The Thursday light may have looked innocent to others, but it was bringing back the vivid images of last night's nightmare. A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked a bit sleepily.
"Can I come in, Sarah?" Jason's voice poked through the wood and reached my ears.
"Yeah, you can come in." I replied. I got up and opened the door. He greeted me with a hug. "Hey, kiddo, did you sleep alright?"
"Yeah, but I know you didn't get enough." He said while sitting on my bed. I stared at him. How does he know that? I then crossed the room and sat down next to him. "I had a nightmare last night." I sat him on my lap.
"What was it about, sweet pea?" He liked it when I called him that. He even told me that I'm the only one allowed to call him that because no one can say it the way Sarah can, according to him.
"Something bad happened to Metropolis. I was there. You, Mommy, and Daddy, and even Superman was there."
"Superman was there?"
"Yeah, but he got hurt really bad. We saved him too."
I was silent for a few moments trying to think about what to say to him. "If it makes you feel better, Jason, I had a nightmare last night too." I told him and his eyes widened.
"What was yours about?"
"I was standing on a giant cliff in the middle of the ocean. There was thunder rumbling and lightning flashing. A man in a white coat was standing in front of me, looking at these men that were beating up Superman. I was forced to watch them hurt him. It was terrible." I described my dream to him, but I left the part out where Clark was stabbed by Kryptonite in his back. "But you know what? They're just dreams. Some dreams can't come true unless you try really hard to make them come true."
"Like if I dreamed that Superman came to our house?" Jason asked. I began chuckling in amusement.
"Yes, just like if Superman came to our house." I replied, "Now, how about we go get some breakfast because you still have school today." Jason smiled and nodded.
"Pancakes!" He suggested. I picked him up and carried him on my back and went downstairs to the kitchen. I found that Lois and Richard weren't up yet when we reached the kitchen. Jason grabbed a chair and pulled it next to the counter. "Can I help make pancakes, Sarah?"
"Sure, little guy, because you know what?
"What?" He asked curiously.
"We should take some to your mom and dad." I suggested, "How about you get the ingredients we need." He nodded and grabbed the things while I grabbed a bowl and a skillet.
So, for about a half hour of the morning, we made pancakes. I measured out the ingredients and let Jason poured them in the bowl. I also helped him crack eggs, which he thought it was cool, but a little gross. "Do you want a pancake in the shape of Mickey Mouse?"
"How do you do that?"
"I'll show you." I replied. I showed him how to make a Mickey Mouse pancake and he began giggling in excitement. I made some more regular shape pancakes and put them on some plates. "Why don't you go take these to your mom and dad?" I handed him two plates with pancakes on them. I watched him leave and heard the creak that belonged to Lois' and Richard's bedroom door.
"Mommy and Daddy, I have pancakes for you."
"Jason, did you make these for us?" Lois gasped with a hint of sleepiness.
"Sarah helped me make them. She even made me a pancake that looks like Mickey Mouse." Jason explained.
"Aw, that's nice of her to make breakfast." Richard replied.
I could help grinning at the compliment. I finished making my pancakes and joined the three of them.
"Sarah, you make excellent pancakes." Lois complimented me as I walked in.
"Thank you." I replied with a smile. Many things in the world can bring a family together. Happy things, sad things, funny things, you name it. Pancakes on the other hand, I don't know how on earth they bring this family together.