It had fallen. Coco wasn’t sure why it had fallen. Coco wasn’t sure how it had fallen. Still, it had fallen. It was no longer in his bed, of that he was sure. He was at a loss for what to do.
It was too dark for Coco to see where the train had fallen. Across the room from him slept Caycay. He couldn’t turn on the light. And without the light he would not find the train.
But the train called to him. A comforting yellow talisman, safe passage to the colorful land of dreams. In desperation, Coco cried out as loudly as he dared. Caycay was sleeping. Caycay was sick. Coco did not want to wake Caycay.
It was unclear for how long Coco cooed. A second passed. An eternity passed. Maybe it was futile, maybe it was in vain. Surely the morrow would come sooner than the answer to his plea.
Alas, a sound. The door was opening. Could it be? After all this time? Surely this was a dream, an illusion. Surely this was a mirage, as seen by so many others seeking succor. But no, it was Papa, the ever-vigilant gargoyle, come to attend his charge.
“Train” said Coco softly.
“Where?’ Asked papa softly.
“Dis-hay” whispered Collin, pointing carefully towards the last known location of the train.
Papa looked towards the location: an awkward crevice between the rocking chair and the wall of the day bed. Resigned, he turned on the light and got down on the floor, crawling under the bed.
Coco was aghast. Didn’t papa know? Caycay was sick. When Caycay got sick, he sometimes had to go to the hospital. He had to go to the hospital and sometimes didn’t come back for days, leaving Coco alone. How could papa not know?
“Papa no light! Caycay sick”
“Don’t worry, I will be quick”
An eternity passed. A second passed. And then it was done, the train was back in safe hands. The light was off. Papa was tucking Coco in. Coco clutched the train to his chest and hurried on to join Caycay in sleep.
(Age 2.75)
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