NEW REALITY vi (Autistic author) "Plankton," she starts, her voice tentative. "Can we try something?" He nods, his eye still searching. Karen reaches over to the bedside drawer, pulling out a small, soft blanket. "This is called a weighted blanket," she explains, unfolding it gently. "It's like a hug from me without the pressure." Plankton's gaze flickers with curiosity. He nods slowly, allowing her to place it over his body, his eye closed as he feels the comforting weight. "It's good," he murmurs, his voice a mix of wonder and fatigue. Karen's heart lifts, a tiny victory in the face of the unknown. "It's like a hug," she says, smoothing the blanket over him. "It helps some people feel safe and calm." Plankton nods, his body relaxing into the embrace of the weighted fabric. Karen's eyes fill with relief as she watches his tension melt away. "Does it feel better?" she asks, her voice gentle. Plankton nods, his eye still closed. "Calm," he whispers. Encouraged, Karen pulls the blanket tighter, mimicking a gentle squeeze. "Good?" she asks, her voice a soft query. Plankton nods, a smile ghosting over his lips. "Good," he agrees, his voice a faint whisper. Karen's heart skips a beat. "I'm here," she says, her voice a soothing melody. "I'll always be here to help you find your calm." Plankton nods, his eye still shut. "Calm," he whispers, his body sinking deeper into the blanket's embrace. Karen's eyes fill with tears as she watches him. She's found a way to connect, a way to bring him comfort in a world that's become too much for him. The weight of the blanket seems to anchor him, still the storm in his mind. "I'll get us through this," she whispers, her voice filled with resolve. "We're a team." Plankton's antennae twitch slightly, a sign of his agreement. "Team," he murmurs, his breathing evening out beneath the blanket. Karen's eyes shine with hope. "Yes, we're a team," she repeats, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Now, try to get some sleep." Plankton nods, his hand reaching up to trace the edge of the blanket. "Sleep," he murmurs. Karen watches him for a moment longer, then stands slowly, not wanting to disturb his fragile peace. She moves to the door, her hand on the knob. "I'll be right outside if you need me," she says softly. Plankton nods, his hand still tracing the blanket. "Karen," he whispers. Her heart squeezes. "I know," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "I'll be right here." With one last look at him, she steps into the hallway, closing the door behind her. The house feels eerie in its quiet, the weight of the silence pressing down. Her thoughts race, her mind a whirlwind of fears and uncertainty. How do you navigate a world that's suddenly become so overwhelming for someone you love? Karen leans against the closed door, her eyes brimming with tears. She can't bear to leave him alone, but he needs rest. With a heavy sigh, she forces herself to step away, determined to give him the space he needs to adjust.