What time was it? Ava couldn't tell. It was to dark to tell - yes that was it. Too dark to tell. It had to be at least midnight - that was when she had fallen asleep. There wasn't any clock in her room, but why not? Ava brushed her chocolate brown hair out of her eyes. Her brilliant blue eyes, no doubt about that. Ava shivered. The cold was trickling down her spine like ice-cold water.
Ava turned towards the window - a gentle, rather cold wind was blowing the curtains back. Ava rose out of bed and shut the window. Zoey must've left it open last night. Zoey must've woken Ava up. Or was that just the cold January air?
Zoey was sleeping on the top bunk, as usual. Half her blankets were hanging off the bunk. Ava sighed and climbed up the ladder to fix Zoey's blankets. Little, tiny, fragile, headstrong Zoey. Zoey was almost nine years younger than Ava, who was fifteen. Zoey was about a month away from turning seven. She resembled Ava in several ways. Age, height, and the obvious wasn't really counted - but the hair, the nose, the facial features were the same, except the eye. Dark brown eyes. Eyes that shone like the sun. Ava fixed up her little sister's blankets, and tried going to sleep again. She couldn't, that dream... No. No thinking about it. No.
At this point Ava liked to go down to the kitchen to get hot chocolate, so Ava climbed out of bed yet again and silently walked downstairs.
The minute she flicked on the light, Ava knew someone was there. Hiding. Probably under the counter, or behind the cabinet. Ava called out. "It's only me, Ethan." Ethan grunted of relief and popped out from behind the cabinet. He was snacking on what seemed to be lemon squares. He had crumbs all over his face, but he probably knew. Chances were he was saving them, as a snack for later.
"You scared me, you know Mom and Dad would get pissed if they knew I was down here eating these... They're so addicting!" He sighed and stuffed his mouth with another cookie.
Ava grunted and crossed her arms. "They probably already know, they're just waiting for you to barf it all up in the morning." She reasoned. In return, Ethan simply ate another lemon square. Ava rolled her eyes then went into the pantry to grab a packet of instant hot chocolate. She filled up her cup with hot water, emptied the packet into the cup, and started stirring at the breakfast table. Ethan sat next to her and continued to eat cookies.
"What's up?" He asked. Ava shrugged.
"Not sure... But something's wrong. Has Zoey talking about it lately? Anything at all?" Ava regretted asking, out here, just in the kitchen. Anyone could've heard.
Ethan shook his head. "Nothing. You'd think she tell everyone about it, but so far she's be pretty secretive."
"I kind of regret telling her, you know. I doubt she can keep her mouth shut forever. We shouldn't have told her." Ava stopped stirring her hot chocolate and sipped it.
"We didn't really have a choice, she would've found out anyway." He protested, starting to roll up the bad of lemon squares, or what was left of it.
Ava looked at the old cat clock in the corner of the kitchen. Half past two. She sighed and took another sip of the hot chocolate. "I'm no idiot, you know. I know there's something else on your mind... And what is that?" Ethan asked, and Ava sighed again.
"I had a feeling something was going to happen... And it is. Dreams, Ethan. Every time I go to bed they come up at least once... Something's happening. Every time it gets lower, and smaller...." Ava shuddered, not wanting to think about it.
"What's getting lower?"
Ava snickered. He wouldn't believe her, it was too ridiculous. "The sun." Ethan started to laugh, but Ava shushed him. "Don't laugh, it's true. It's probably almost gone now... I don't know, maybe I'm going crazy?"
Ethan was about to unroll the bag and eat another cookie, but he stopped and smiled. "Ava," he sighed, "you helped me cerate the world. You're not any more crazy than myself."
Ava snickered. "That's not any more comforting."