“ok, lets get some sleep, it is late already.”

And each they took their own pillow and lay down on the floor. Looking at the dark shadows of what constituted to be the ceiling of their (admitedly pretty awesome) pillow fort.

After some minutes, Meryl whispered soflty:

“are you awake, bunny?”

“I find myself to be, my fellow.”

“heh. you see, i don’t usually go around making pillow forts or preparing hot chocolates very often.”

“Hoho, I bet i must’ve been such a chaotic detour of your routine. I apologize for that.”

“there is no need to apologize. i… i liked that. i can’t even remember the last time i talked with someone rather than myself. it is not something that bothers me, but it sure is a good feeling. something i would appreciate if it happened every once in a while. i suppose that’s is what the old books call “fun”, ha. it was fun to spend the evening with you, despite your silly, ocasional annoyance. for that i thank you, mr. rabbit.”

“Hoho, does that mean I can come more often?”

“hoho let’s not get ahead of ourselves you’re still pretty annoying”

“Oh C’MON.”

“i’ll leave you with a MAYBE, if that’s any sort of satisfactory.”

Mr. Rabbit yawned audibly, before respond:

“Hmmm, yeah, I can take a “maybe”. Good night, Meryl the Mole.”

And soon after that, he was already snoring, lost in a deep, serene sleep.

From the warm and cozy darkness that took place of the final moments of that weird night, Meryl the Mole kind of whispered, kind of yawned in response:

“good night, mr. rabbit.”

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