𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝

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I start to panic when I have such a big realization, I hear my mother calling me in the other room. I don't even know that it's her, I don't trust whatever that is. But I go anyway just in case I'm dreaming and it's completely harmless. She looks exactly like my mother and she's holding a paper, "Your schedule came honey!" she says happily, I walk towards her and grab the paper slightly crinkled by her grasp, I gaze deeply at the paper, looking for a date. Then I see it, 1986-1987, "Thanks mom," I say happily. But it's all fake, I'm beyond confused, I run back to my room and sit on my bed to take a closer look at the paper. The teacher names are pretty irrelevant and so is everything else but the year. I just accept my fate, fall back onto my bed, and slowly fall asleep. I soon wake up back in my room this time, and I'm so happy to finally be back, I run to my dresser and look at all my clothes, then look into my mirror making eye contact with my reflection. As soon as I thought I was back for a second, but then I'm back in that black and red tunnel, back in that bed that I might as well claim as mine. In a week I start my first year of high school. I accept that this isn't a dream, because you can't dream in a dream...can you?