Trouble sleeping “Kyte?” she whispered across the small space of darkness. They were in their room of the tent, Kyte sprawled out across the air mattress in an effort to keep cool, whilst Raine hugged a small part of the sheet to her body. It wasn’t really doing anything but she found that she couldn’t sleep unless she felt like she had some form of blanket.
“What?” he asked. She was surprised that his voice didn’t sound sleepy but maybe the heat was bothering him.
“Do you think we’re going to be good enough?”
“At what?”
“This… Life. Circus,” she clarified. “I mean, is this where people our age always are, or is cos we’ve been missing out?” she queeried. She had watched Kyte fall off his broom several times that morning as he tried to complete various stunts. When they’d been at school, they had practised and watched each other, and she’d been impressed by each little step of progress he made. Out in the harsh light of the real world though, she wasn’t sure. Her question hung for a moment in the darkness.
“I don’t know.”
She tried to read Kyte’s tone. Sometimes he shrugged things off with a casual ‘don’t know’ because he just didn’t and he didn’t see the point of worrying himself about things you couldn’t figure out. But she felt like Kyte had always been so sure of being a stunt rider - they had both been sure about the future. For him to say he didn’t know about that felt scary.