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‘But it’s not you. It’s me.’
I hold back the tears and begin cleaning everything up. I take off his bloody pyjamas. I wash his body of the blood and find a t-shirt and undies for him to wear. I pull the sheets off the bed and throw them into the hamper. I gather the pencils and put them on the table.
‘Do you want to sleep with me in the big bed tonight?’
Wiping the tears from his face, he nods. I hold out my arms and pick him up. He puts his arms around me and buries his face into my shoulder. I put the scrap book in the bin without him noticing.
‘Come on, let’s go. It’s time for the big bed.’
I gently lie him on the bed and he closes his eyes. We sleep close to each other all night.
I wake before him and go to his room. I had forgotten that I bought some new pyjamas a week or so ago. Another scrap book, too. I find them and go back to him. He is awake and staring at nothing.
‘Hey, look.’
He turns towards me but his eyes are dull. I hold up the pyjamas and scrap book. He says nothing.
Sitting on the bed, I point to the pyjamas.
‘They’re just pyjamas,’ he says.
‘Ah! That’s what you think.’
His eyes betray a little curiosity.
‘These,’ I say, leaning closer to him. ‘are magic pyjamas.’
