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我叫莱斯利。

My name's Leslie.

我叫卡罗琳。

And my name's Caroline.

欢迎收听《安睡故事》。

And welcome to Sleep Tight Stories.

米娅饿坏了，迫不及待想回家。

Mia is starving and cannot wait to get home.

体育课之后她超级饿，而且包里也没带应急的燕麦棒。

She is super hungry after gym class and doesn't have her emergency granola bar in her bag.

她的朋友艾文给她出主意，说可以找谁要点吃的，但米娅都拒绝了。

Her friend Aven tries to give her suggestions of people she can ask for a snack, but Mia says no.

她特别想吃家里橱柜里的芝士饼干，只要她哥哥还没把它们吃光。

She really wants the cheesy crackers that are in her cupboard at home if her brother hasn't eaten them already.

考虑到这种情况。

Considering the circumstances.

放学坐公交车回家的时候，米娅弯着腰捂着肚子。

Mia was bent over holding her stomach on the bus ride home from school.

她不是生病或者什么的。

She wasn't sick or anything like that.

今天有体育课，体育课总是让她饿得不行。

Today was gym class, and gym class always made her hungry.

你看起来要吐了，坐在她旁边的艾文说。

You look like you're going to puke, said Aven, who sat beside her.

艾文是她公交车上最好的朋友，住得也近，所以放学后她们有时会一起玩。

Aven was her best bus friend and lived near her house, so they sometimes hung out together after school.

不过最近她们俩作业都太多，没时间像以前那样坐在一起聊亚历克斯和他那帮流鼻涕的朋友了。

Though lately, they both had too much homework to do, which is not as fun as sitting around talking about Alex and his booger friends.

如果你真要吐，能不能朝那边的亚历克斯吐？

If you are, can you point it at Alex over there?

他一整天都在烦我。

He's been bugging me all day.

我不会吐的。

I'm not going to puke.

我就是突然特别饿。

I'm just, like, really hungry all of a sudden.

这破体育课。

Stupid gym class.

米娅直起身来。

Mia straightened up.

而且我的应急燕麦棒存货已经吃完了，我忘了让妈妈再买一些。

And my emergency granola bar supply has run out, and I forgot to ask mom for more.

哦，我们在等校车的时候我把最后一份零食吃了。

Oh, I ate my last snack while we were waiting on the bus.

你可以问问杰森。

You could ask Jason.

他包里总是有吃的。

He always has food in his bag.

我觉得他包里有时候简直像装了一整个超市。

I think he has a whole grocery store in there sometimes.

等我肚子不叫了就好了。

I'll be fine once my stomach stops growling.

反正也快到我的站了。

We're almost at my stop anyway.

而且如果我哥没把东西都吃光的话，柜子里应该还有芝士饼干。

And if my brother hasn't eaten everything, there should be cheesy crackers in the cupboard.

哦，那种加工芝士零食啊。

Oh, processed cheese snacks.

艾文摆出一副特别严肃的表情。

Aven made an extremely serious face.

我的最爱。

My favorite.

没过多久，公交车减速了，车灯开始闪烁。

Before long, the bus slowed and its lights started flashing.

Mia起床了。

Mia got up.

明天学校见。

See you tomorrow at school.

拜拜。

Bye.

Mia的公交车站就在她家拐角处，这本来挺方便的，但冬天就不行了，她不仅得走到车站，有时还得在那儿冻上好几个小时。

Mia's bus stop was just around the corner from her house, which suited her fine, except in winter when she had to not only walk to the bus stop, but sometimes wait there for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold.

每次她抱怨的时候，她爸就会讲些无聊的故事，说冬天他得光着脚走路上学，还得扛着三袋书，再吃碗难吃的燕麦粥之类的。

Whenever she complained, her dad would just bring up some silly story about how he had to walk to school in winter in bare feet carrying three bags of books and eating a bowl of yucky oatmeal or something.

他就是不懂小孩子有多不容易。

He just didn't understand the hardships of being a kid.

她沿着街道走，路过彼得的房子。

She walked along the street past Peter's house.

他现在上七年级了，所以不会像以前那样经常跟她一起打篮球了。

He was in seventh grade now, so wouldn't play basketball with her as much.

然后是翠西家，就是那个有篮球架的房子，他们以前常在那儿打球。

And then Trish's house, which was the house with the basketball hoop they used to use.

她大概有两米多高，还是高中篮球队的。

She was, like, seven feet tall and played on the high school basketball team.

米娅觉得她是全世界最酷的人。

Mia thought she was the coolest person alive.

妈妈还不让她把头发染成红色，像翠西那样。

Mom wouldn't let her color her hair red like Trish yet.

走过威瑟斯老先生家的时候，她想起他万圣节给的糖果最好，而且他就住在隔壁的隔壁。

As she walked past old man Withers' house, he gave the best candy at Halloween and was their next next door neighbor.

她有种奇怪的感觉，好像忘了什么事，总觉得哪里不太对劲。

She had the funny feeling that she was missing something, that something wasn't quite right.

然后她停下了脚步。

Then she stopped.

她揉了揉眼睛。

She rubbed her eyes.

她哥哥皮特正坐在前院的草坪上吃饼干，吃的是她的奶酪饼干，面前是一大片空荡荡的泥土，那里原本是他们家的房子。

Her brother Pete was sitting on the front lawn eating crackers, her cheesy crackers, in front of a large empty rectangle of dirt where their house used to be.

他们的房子现在飘在树梢上方。

Their house was now floating above the treetops.

它成了有史以来最大的树屋。

It had become the largest tree house in the history of tree houses.

她摇摇晃晃地走过去，坐在他旁边。

She wobbled over and sat beside him.

是啊。

Yep.

我知道，但又不太明白。

I know, but don't know.

他又嘎吱嘎吱地咬了一块饼干。

He crunched another cracker.

我大概二十分钟前到家，它就已经在那儿了。

I got home about twenty minutes ago, and it was already up there.

妈妈在厨房里。

Mom's in the kitchen.

她好像还不知道。

Doesn't seem to know.

我只是想吃点零食。

I just wanted a snack.

顺便说一句，我拿了你的芝士饼干。

I grabbed your cheesy crackers, by the way.

考虑到这种情况，我觉得你会理解的。

Considering the circumstances, I figured you'd understand.

米娅不确定自己是否理解。

Mia wasn't sure she did.

你是怎么上去的？

How did you get up there?

米娅问道。

Mia asked.

我想明白了。

I figured it out.

好吧。

Okay.

但是怎么做到的？

But how?

他又说了一遍“我想明白了”，然后盯着那块饼干看，好像它是院子里最有趣的东西。

I figured it out, he said again, and looked at a cracker like it was the most interesting thing in the yard.

米娅站起来，绕着房子走了一圈。

Mia got up and did a lap around the house.

门廊远远够不着。

The porch was way out of reach.

厨房窗户通常妈妈做饭时会撑开，现在也在上面，而且她正在做的菜闻起来有大蒜味，还有其他好闻的味道。

The kitchen window, usually propped open when mom cooked, was up there too, and whatever she was making smelled like garlic and something else good.

晚餐一定会非常棒。

Dinner was going to be really great.

米娅得进到屋里才能吃上饭。

Mia needed to be inside for that.

她用眼睛估了估距离。

She counted the distance with her eyes.

大概十二英尺，也许十五英尺。

12 feet, maybe 15.

她不太会量尺寸。

She wasn't good at measurements.

从下面看，她能看见门廊台阶底部的泥巴。

From down here, she could see the muddy bottoms of the porch steps.

她以前从没见过台阶底下的样子。

She had never seen the bottoms of the porch steps before.

她还真看见了一个恐龙玩具，她以为一年级的时候就弄丢了呢。

She did see a dinosaur toy she thought had run away when she was in first grade.

她的肚子咕咕叫，声音大得连皮特都听见了。

Her stomach growled loud enough that Pete heard it.

他好意地说，柜子里还有饼干。

There are still crackers in the cupboard, he said helpfully.

米娅又绕着走了一圈，这次是在找有用的东西，也许能帮她拿到那些芝士饼干。

Mia walked the perimeter again, this time looking for something useful, something that might help get some cheesy crackers.

后者，她首先想到的是车库。

The latter, her first thought was in the garage.

车库也在漂浮。

The garage was also floating.

她站在那里看了几秒钟，然后继续往前走。

She stood there for a few seconds looking at it, then moved on.

院子旁边的篱笆挺高的。

The fence along the side yard was pretty high.

以前它真的很高，但她长高了，也许是因为她哥哥从来没发现过那些饼干。

It used to be really high, but she'd grown, perhaps because her brother had never discovered the crackers.

直到现在。

Till now.

她爬上了顶部的栏杆，栏杆晃了晃，她张开双臂站在那里。

She climbed onto the top rail, which wobbled, and stood there with her arms out.

门廊还是那么远。

The porch was still extremely far away.

皮特在草坪上看着。

Pete watched from the lawn.

他什么也没说，但脸皱成一团。

He didn't say anything, but he was making a scrunchy face.

她下来了。

She got down.

厨房的窗户开着。

The kitchen window was open.

妈妈做饭的时候总是开着它。

Mom always opened it when she cooked.

要是能引起妈妈的注意，也许妈妈能想出办法来。

If she could just get mom's attention, maybe mom could figure something out.

大人们应该很擅长这个，至少他们是这么说的。

Adults were supposed to be good at that, or so they say.

米娅捡起一根树枝，朝窗户扔了过去。

Mia picked up a stick and threw it at the window.

没扔中。

It missed.

她又找了一根，扔了出去。

She found another one and threw that.

树枝砸在墙板上，发出砰的一声。

It hit the siding with a thunk.

妈妈出现在窗口，低头看到米娅站在院子里，朝她挥了挥手。

Mom appeared at the window, looked down, saw Mia standing in the yard, and waved.

米娅也挥手回应。

Mia waved back.

妈妈又回去忙她的事了。

Mom went back to whatever she was doing.

窗户里飘出来的味道闻起来真香。

The smell coming out of the window smelled really good.

她的胃好像自己跳了一下。

Her stomach kinda felt like it jumped all by itself.

米娅双手叉腰，看着房子旁边的那棵橡树。

Mia put her hands on her hips and looked at the oak tree on the side of the house.

那是一棵好树。

It was a good tree.

她小时候爬过很多次，最近爬得少了。

She'd climbed it plenty of times when she was younger, not as much lately.

有一根大树枝伸向门廊的屋顶，虽然没有完全伸到，但方向是朝着那儿的。

One big branch ran out toward the porch roof, not all the way, but toward it.

她看了看皮特。

She looked at Pete.

别去，他说。

Don't, he said.

她已经朝那棵树走过去了。

She was already walking toward it.

爬树比她想象的要容易。

Climbing the tree was easier than she expected.

她没费什么劲就到了主分叉处，站稳后，沿着那根大树枝往外挪。

She got to the main fork without much trouble, found her footing, and worked her way out along the big branch.

树枝比她记忆中的弯曲得更厉害。

It bent more than she remembered it bending.

她停了一下，但接着又继续往前。

She waited a moment, but then kept going.

门廊的屋顶越来越近了。

The porch roof got closer.

现在她能清楚地闻到蒜味，底下还有别的味道，像是黄油。

She could smell the garlic properly now and something else underneath it, something with butter.

她的肚子对此有很强烈的意见。

Her stomach had very strong opinions about this.

她爬到了树枝的尽头。

She got to the end of the branch.

门廊的屋顶就在眼前，近得能看到角落里的苔藓，近得眯起眼就能看清房子上的门牌号。

The porch roof was right there, close enough to see the moss growing in the corner, close enough to read the numbers on the house if she squinted.

但树枝到头了，中间还有一段空隙。

But the branch had run out, and there was still a gap.

大概一英尺，也许两英尺。

A foot, maybe two.

跳啊，皮特在下面喊道。

Jump, Pete called from below.

你跳，她说。

You jump, she said.

我在吃东西呢。

I'm eating.

她又盯着那段空隙看了一会儿。

She looked at the gap for another second.

然后她从树枝上退了下来，爬下树，坐在她哥哥旁边的草地上。

Then she backed down the branch, climbed down the tree, and sat on the grass beside her brother.

皮特把袋子递了过来。

Pete held out the bag.

还剩一块饼干。

One cracker left.

她接了过去。

She took it.

那块饼干完好无损，看起来有点可疑。

It was completely whole and seemed a little bit suspicious.

但她还是吃了。

She ate it anyway.

过了一会儿，她站起来，绕到房子后面。

After a while, she got up and walked around to the back of the house.

她坐在那里，换了个角度看房子，不是门廊那边，而是厨房和爸爸加建的那部分相接的后角，那个加建花了三个夏天，据妈妈说还没完全完工。

She sat there looking at the house from a different angle now, not the porch side, the back corner where the kitchen met the addition her dad had built, which had taken three summers and was still not completely done according to her mom.

那个角落有根排水管，厨房窗户下面是她妈妈的香草箱，那个长长的木箱子，去年春天她种了罗勒。

There was a drainpipe on that corner, and below the kitchen window, her mom's herb box, the long wooden one she'd planted basil in last spring.

罗勒长得不太好，但箱子还在，用螺栓固定在墙板上，看起来还挺结实的。

The basil had not really worked out, but the box was still there bolted to the siding, and it looked solid enough.

大概吧。

Probably.

皮特溜达过来。

Pete wandered over.

你在看什么？

What are you looking at?

那根排水管。

The drainpipe.

他沉默了一会儿。

He was quiet for a moment.

哦，他说。

Oh, he said.

那你要不要我帮你一把？

Then do you want a boost?

米娅看了看他。

Mia looked at him.

他比她矮两英寸，而且刚吃完大半盒饼干。

He was two inches shorter than her and had just eaten most of a box of crackers.

“我没事，”她说。

I'm fine, she said.

她双手抓住排水管，脚蹬在墙板上。

She grabbed the drainpipe with both hands and got her feet against the siding.

管子撑住了。

It held.

她慢慢往上爬，每动一下都先试探稳不稳，就像她爸那次带她去社区中心的攀岩墙时教她的那样。

She went up slowly, testing each move before she committed to it, the way her dad had taught her on the climbing wall at the rec center, the one time they'd gone.

底部的支架吱嘎作响，但还撑得住。

The bracket at the bottom groaned but stayed.

上面那个看起来好一些。

The one at the top looked better.

她爬到和香草箱齐平的位置，把重心移了上去。

She got level with the herb box, shifted her weight onto it.

箱子嘎吱作响，一边往下陷，她不太喜欢这种感觉，于是伸手去够窗台。

It creaked and one side dipped in a way she didn't love and reached up for the windowsill.

她的手指抓住了窗台。

Her fingers caught it.

幸好窗户还开着，大蒜和黄油的香味直接扑到她脸上，这在她手臂发抖的时候可没什么帮助。

The window was still open thankfully, and the smell of garlic and butter hit her directly in the face, which was not helpful when her arms were shaking.

她在那儿挂了一会儿。

She hung there for a second.

然后她使劲把自己拉上去，跳进了厨房。

Then she hauled herself up and dropped into the kitchen.

她妈妈从炉子那边看了过来。

Her mom looked over from the stove.

哦，嗨。

Oh, hi.

学校怎么样？

How was school?

挺好的，米娅说着，拍了拍手上的树皮。

Fine, Mia said, brushing bark off her hands.

二十分钟后吃晚饭。

Dinner in twenty minutes.

别吃太多零食，免得没胃口。

Don't spoil your appetite.

米娅打开橱柜。

Mia opened the cupboard.

奶酪饼干还在那里。

The cheesy crackers were still there.

皮特拿了一些，但留下了其余的，这还算不错。

Pete had taken some but left the rest, which was decent of him.

她把盒子拿下来，站在厨房窗户边往外看。

She pulled the box down and stood at the kitchen window looking out.

皮特还在院子里，坐在原来的地方，抬头看着她。

Pete was still in the yard, sitting in the same spot, looking up at her.

她举起了盒子。

She held up the box.

他做了个表情，好像在说：那你想让我拿它干什么？

He made a face that said, and what exactly am I supposed to do with that?

她想了想，然后走到杂物抽屉前。

She thought about it, then she went to the junk drawer.

就是炉子旁边那个抽屉，里面有电池、橡皮筋、卷尺，还有大概九千根扎线带，她找到了一团绳子。

The one next to the stove that had batteries in it and rubber bands and a tape measure and approximately 9,000 twist ties and found a ball of string.

她把绳子一端系在饼干盒上，系得不太整齐，然后从窗户放了下去。

She tied one end around the cracker box, not very neatly, and lowered it out the window.

盒子在下落的时候轻轻晃了晃。

It swayed a little on the way down.

皮特得走过去才能接住，但他还是接住了。

Pete had to walk over to catch it, but he got it.

他抬头看着她。

He looked up at her.

她低头看着他。

She looked down at him.

他朝她微微点了点头，这大概是她能得到的最多回应了，然后打开了盒子。

He gave her a small nod, which was about as much as she was going to get, and opened the box.

米娅在窗口站了一会儿。

Mia stayed at the window for a minute.

从上面看，院子有点不一样。

The yard looked different from up here.

也不是特别不一样。

Not that different.

同样的栅栏，同样的橡树，同样的那块以前是前台阶的矩形空地，但就是有点不一样。

Same fence, same oak tree, same rectangle of dirt where the front steps used to be, but different enough.

她能看到隔壁威瑟斯先生家的院子。

She could see into mister Withers' yard next door.

他家后院有个花园，她以前从来不知道。

He had a garden back there she'd never known about.

主要是西红柿，这个季节了还挂在藤上，红红的。

Tomatoes mostly, still red on the vine this late in the season.

房子轻轻晃了一下，幅度不大，只是慢慢地、悠悠地摇摆，好像在找舒服的姿势。

The house moved a little, not much, just a slow, easy sway, like it was getting comfortable.

她妈妈还在炉子边，搅拌着什么，哼着一首歌，米娅觉得耳熟，但叫不出名字。

Her mom was still at the stove, stirring something, humming a song Mia half recognized but couldn't name.

厨房里弥漫着最美好的周五的味道，大蒜和黄油，还有底下烤着什么东西的香气。

The kitchen smelled like the best version of a Friday, garlic and butter and something baking underneath everything else.

“妈妈，”米娅说。

Mom, Mia said.

米娅又朝窗外看去。

Mia looked out the window again.

皮特在草坪上找了个好位置，正专心致志地吃着饼干。

Pete had found a good spot on the lawn and was working through the crackers with great concentration.

没什么，她说。

Nothing, she said.

就是看看。

Just checking.

她给自己倒了杯水，然后坐在厨房桌边开始做作业。

She got herself a glass of water and sat down at the kitchen table with her homework.

是分数题，她不太喜欢。

Fractions, which she did not love.

但还有二十分钟就吃晚饭了，房子在轻轻晃动，皮特在吃饼干，妈妈在哼歌，有时候事情就是这样。

But dinner was in twenty minutes, and the house was floating, and Pete had crackers, and mom was humming, and sometimes things were just the way they were.

她打开笔记本，找到铅笔，开始写起来。

She opened her notebook and found her pencil and got to work.

房子继续轻轻晃着。

The house floated on.

我们的故事到这里就结束了。

And that is the end of our story.

晚安。

Good night.

睡个好觉。

Sleep Tight.