I don’t know what’s going on.

When it happened for the first time, I wasn’t worried. I went about my day. I paid it no mind.

When it happened for the second time, I was curious. I’d never believed dreams could have meaning; not until now at least. I brushed it off as a strange coincidence and moved on.

When it happened for the third time, I was annoyed. I was used to nightmares, yes, but this n...

Oh no.

I had spent all of yesterday so anxious for today.

Presentations.

My eyes were red from crying, my hair tangled and knotty from all the times I’d spent my energy on worrying rather than hygiene. Just under my eyes laid dark, dark bags from all the nights like last night.

My vision was everywhere; my pupils darting from place to place. When I moved, it was lanky and disorganized. I could...