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sleep, but I curled up into a little ball when I got scared. I pretended I was camping like I did when I was three years old and that my Mommy and Daddy were gonna be right back with marshmallows and graham crackers and lots and lots of chocolate.

"Dear God, please let me go home."

I wiped the blood with my shirt. It mixed with the dirt and leaves and made my brow throb. It hurt so bad.

I'm cold.
I wonder if Mommy's gonna cry too, like me cuz I didn't get to see her that next Tuesday. I wonder what they told her.

I make myself into a tighter ball. I imagine that I'm at a circus and that I'm a red ball being bounced off a seal's nose. I imagine bouncing from one seal to another seal and the seals clap and make that seal noise. I can almost hear the crowd cheer because I'm the smallest, tightest ball ever and I fly way high up into the circus tent over the trapeze ropes even. I guess that's when I fell asleep. The last thing I remember was everything turning white around me.

"God, Is that you? I prayed. Did you hear me? Am I dead? What day is it?"
"Please God don't let me die until after Tuesday, I want to see my Mommy and tell her goodbye! I want to hug her again cuz I can't smell her Tuesday perfume on my shirt anymore cuz its too dirty!"

I can usually smell my Mommy for almost 5 days after a visit on my shirt. I try on the 6th day even though I know its probably faded by then. Still, I try. Since I gave Lil' Sis my white shirt, they took all my stuff away. This is the only shirt I have left. It'll be harder to smell Mommy from now on.

They even took my little rock Mommy gave me that has that bible verse on it about everything having its own time like a time to live and a time to die. I don't want to die yet.

"Is it really time for me to die, God? Not til Tuesday, God, please"

"Wake Up! Wake Up! It's Tuesday!" I can open my eye again. That's not God telling me to wake up though, it sounds like Lil' Sis

I squint as the sun is starting to come down and is so bright. I don't know how long I've been sleeping. I thought I was dead.

"Its Tuesday? Really?"

Lil' Sis was shaking me, I was still in the hole, curled up in a ball, but we had to hurry, before she got caught outside. I know I'll get to see Mommy today. They won't hide me for two Tuesdays. No way!

I tell Lil' Sis that it'll all be okay once my Mommy sees my shirt. We'll be saved. My Mommy isn't Wonder Woman for real, but to me she is.

She'll save us.

Then Mom walks in she looks at me for a moment because she sees

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