I don’t remember it being this cold the last time I came back to the wreckage. I breathe out, my lips are drying out and sticking together. I cough but I only end up inhaling more dry air.

I take my hair out of its ponytail. Maybe that will warm me up a little. Everything is so foggy. Something is wrong. Something is off, I’m not here. This isn’t real.

I wake up in my bed, sweating. I kick off my blankets and run my hands through my hair. 2AM. I have to be up at 7 for my final exam. It was just a dream. It was so cold though…

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Author’s Note: it is infact 2 in the morning and I do have an exam at 8 which means I’ll have to be up at 7 to shower and eat my apple. Brain food. I got distracted with catching up on the Miami Grand Prix.

Update: y’all I got a 100% on my Aesthetics exam!