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Eliza was tired.
Being dead, the child didn’t need to sleep, however she still felt tired at times. She blamed it on the stress of her overall situation. The sleepy feeling had a tendency to come and go, most often reappearing when she least wanted it to.
Such as now.
The girl was sitting on the edge of the show stage next to the mechanical bear known as Freddy when she felt the sleepy feeling creep back into her. Eliza let out a quiet yawn and leaned against the mechanical bear’s arm. As much as she didn’t want to fall asleep, Eliza knew there wasn’t anything she could do to prevent it.
Freddy’s s i n g i n g wasn’t helping much either.
As her eyelids began trying to flutter closed, Eliza allowed her thoughts to travel to happier places. She thought about her old room adorned with pink wallpaper and toys, the numerous stuffed animals hiding in the corners and on the shelves. She thought about her friends, how they all used to go play together at the local park, running around the little playground while laughing and giggling without a care in the world. She thought about her mother, with her hugs and kisses that never failed to brighten her day, and her father, with his silly jokes that brought smiles to the faces of anyone he told them to.
She thought about the life that was taken from her, far sooner than she deserved.
The girl’s faced saddened just a little, as she curled into herself, still leaning against the bear. Her eyes shut fully, and soon Eliza was fast asleep, her dreams dancing to the tune of the Toreador March.