Child at Heart

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)

Truthful Lies

Lisa was doing it again.

Sneaking into her brother's room.

In the dead of night.

Lying to his sleepy eyes.

Telling him it was another nightmare.

Another bad dream.

And he, like the selfless dear brother she knew he was, rolled over and lifted the blankets.

And she, like the greedy urchin she berated herself for becoming, snuggled up to his side.

And there in the cloak of darkness, where only her brother's hidden warmth could bear witness, Lisa wrapped her arms, and then her legs, around him; laying her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and listening to the sound of his heart thrum with kindness and love.

Such a weird feeling.

Why her brain decided to release a swarm of endorphins now was beyond her comprehension.

Why she felt this insane urge to curl up and let her body surge with dopamine and serotonin and whatever else was a thing too ludicrous to entertain a single thought.

But here she was.

And her heart was suffering from palpitations and accelerated rhythms.

By all rights she was probably dying from a heart attack, but somewhere deep down her subconscious knew the truth.

And try as she might, with all her trust in Sigmund and her faith in her own Ego to overcome these immoral desires…

She couldn't stop from lying.

Lying to Lincoln.

Lying to herself.

One day, she'll deal with this.

One day, she'll uncover the truth and deal with the consequences of her own hypotheses.

But until then, she'd come here.

And in her brother's unfailing arms, cherish the precious moments of ignorance; as blissful as they eternally are.