July 21, 2017

It was Thursday of the first week of classes and I found myself waking up at 17:05. I dragged myself onto the street before promptly screaming. I had missed another day of classes. In fact, Monday and Wednesday were the only days I had actually gone to class. I could see the other students already starting to prepare for their upcoming exams while I was certain that I had already been dropped from my Tuesday/Thursday classes.

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The child sitting at the table asked me if I wanted to play with some tops. I said yes before sitting down to see only a box of picked plums and raisins on the table. I hesitantly picked up a plum only to accidentally drop it on the floor. I wasn’t quite sure what to do.

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We were all sitting around in the hotel room and someone asked me if I wanted to hang out. They said that they were looking for someone with free time. They then asked if I “[did] cold brew”. I told them that I didn’t even drink coffee.

“This is exactly what I needed” someone said, “a bunch of normals in a room staring each other down.”

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I picked up my notebook to finish recording my dreams. When I got to the bottom of the page, I continued to write on the table underneath.