Dreaming Awake
“Just a few more minutes. I slipped back into a shallow slumber, but something nagged at me. Was I late? I couldn’t even remember if it was a school day or not.
The nagging thoughts persisted, poking at my peace until I gave in and sat up. Fine. Obviously I was forgetting something very important. My thoughts felt wrapped in cotton, incoherent.
It was a school day—that much seemed to sink in. I checked the time and had plenty. I hadn’t overslept, so I went about my daily routine. As I scraped my curls back into some semblance of a ponytail, I gritted my teeth. As usual, I thought about a haircut, knowing it would please Father and probably make my life easier, with fewer headaches. Both from making him happy and not having to pull it back all the time.
The pestering feeling of unease returned. What was wrong with me? I tried to shake it off as I descended the stairs. Did I not finish my homework? Was there a test?
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