Lisa wakes up

>The sniper lined up his shot.
>It was a decent distance, but nothing he hadn't done before.
>Everything slowed down as the trigger was pulled.
>The bullet shone across the battlefield, laser-precise in its purpose, and struck its target.
>A little boy in Royal Oaks, Michigan.
>Lincoln awoke from his slumber.
>How did the sun always manage to hit him right where it would annoy him the most.
>A weight shifted slightly. Lisa.
>The genius little Loud must have slept with him again that night.
>Except she had on his shirt.
>Lisa rolled over onto Lincoln's stomach and propped herself up on her skinny arms.
>"Good morning, Big brother."
>She looked at him with lidded eyes, drowning in the radiance of her brother.
>"Morning, Lisa."
>Lincoln tried to get up, but Lisa weighed him down with all the might she could muster.
>"I'm cold." She complained.
>Lincoln relented, and snuggled closer as Lisa dug herself into his torso.
>Warm, safe, sound, and happy, Lisa began to hum contentedly to herself.
>"Why do you always come in here to sleep, Lisa?"
>"Becaush I luff you, Lincoln."
>Lisa looked deep into the light smile of Lincoln as he put his arm around her.
>"I jusht want to schleep wiff you fforever."
>The sun shone on Lincoln and Lisa as they smiled and snuggled together that chilly fall morning.