I have to go pick up Mira at 11:18 from school.
What class gets out at 11:18?
Not 11:15. Not 11:20. 11:18.
I don’t really know what to talk about.
I had the hardest time sleeping last night,
because the wind wasn’t blowing and
it was uncomfortably warm.
I had a dream that I was at my highschool,
but it looked exactly like my middle school,
except the outside was really cool.
I saw Megan and Ana leaning against a tree
looking at something on a laptop.
I came up and hugged them, but
they just kept looking at the screen.
I miss Ana.
Ope, I have exactly 8 minutes until I have to pick up Mira.