Lisa needs her rest

knock knock knock
>Lincoln groaned. Was it time for school already?
>No, yesterday (today?) was friday.
>Whatever. It was late and this boy needed whatever rest he could get.
knock knock knockity knock
>Lincoln sat up on his elbows and squinted at his door.
>"Yeah?"
>The door creaked open slightly, and a pair of thick coke-bottle glasses peeked into the room, holding a pillow tightly.
>"May I schleep with you tonight, Lincoln."
>"Yeah, yeah, Lisa"
>"Thank you, fraternal unit"
>This was the third or fourth time this week that Lisa had asked to sleep with Lincoln.
>Lincoln didn't mind much.
>It was better than when his roommate was Lynn, at the very least.
>Lincoln felt the bed jolt slightly as Lisa plopped herself down beside him.
>Soon, the heartrate of Lincoln calmed back down, and Lisa knew he was asleep.
>What a nice brother he was.
>For all the ethically dubious experiments she performed on him,
>For all the times she and her sisters tormented him with endless sibling rivalry,
>Lincoln always met her back with a smile.
>It was enough to infatuate the child, barely out of her toddler years.
>All the stress of being the world's smartest four-year-old had taken a toll on her recently.
>She had to be more stoic, more intelligent, more objective, more adult than anyone else.
>But at night, all she had to do was go to sleep,
>An action that proved to be an impossibility.
>Lisa was too young for the dozens of insomnia solutions out there.
>Not to mention her own disdain at the superstitious and unscientific suggestions the internet had thrown her way.
>But at the very least, Lisa's only brother understood her plight, and was there for her.
>Even if only in this insignificant way.
>Lisa placed her head on Lincoln's chest, and felt it rise softly with each breath.
>"I love you, big brother."
>And Lisa drifted away, a smile on her face as she lay next to her favorite person in the world