Zoë was eight and I was ten. We had been playing knights and dragons in my yard all day and we were both exhausted.

We still had time before she had to go home, so I went inside and grabbed a blanket. I laid it out on the grass, lying on it and patting the space next to me.

"What are we doing?" she had asked.

"Star-gazing," I replied. "I'll show you the constellations that I know."

We sat there for a long time, just gazing at the sky. Neither one of us wanted to go back inside our houses, it was just so peaceful outside.

I'm not sure if it was the warmth of that summer night, the quiet of the yard, or the comfort of having a friend beside you, but we both fell asleep on the blanket.

My mother came outside to check on us, and woke me up.

Zoë was still asleep, but her hand had grabbed mine in her sleep.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, I slid my hand out of hers and half-carried, half-dragged her back to her house.

Zoë sure could sleep through anything.

A/N: Three different stories updated in one day. I feel pretty accomplished.

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