sparks

11

Dream

10:00am

"Im going down for breakfast, you want anything?"

11:00am

"Quackity needs your help with his essay, what should I say to him?"

12:00am

"Its sunny, I wanna go out to the woods with Q and George, get up."

1:00pm

"Quackity bet you wouldn't sleep past one, thanks for the ten dollars."

2:00pm

"Should I get you some medicine or so-"

I roll over with a groan and throw my pillow as hard as I can at Sapnaps head.

"Jesus Christ, Sap, can I not have five minutes of peace?" I moan, pulling the covers up over my head. But Sapnaps already disregarding my complaints

"You're awake! God, Dream, I think this is the latest ive ever seen you in bed" he says, coming to sit on the floor in front of me.

I don't answer him. My eyes are still half closed, and my head feels like its been hit with a boulder, repeatedly, and was then dragged through a bush backwards.

Nausea circulates with every second I have to spend awake in the brightened room.

"Sooo" he says quietly, pushing my shoulder.

"So what?" I mumble, the bedcovers still wrapped up around my head.

He scoffs. "You gonna tell me what happened last night?"

Only now do I remember how I actually got here. I sit up in a rush, and look over at my desk. Nothings there.

I breathe, it was just a dream, I must have a fever.

Sapnap sees me looking. "Oh! I brought Georges stuff down to him, he asked me for it back."

Instead dread, more headache, realization.

I look at Sapnap, back at the desk, and then I flop back down and drag the bed covers back over my head.

Last night is a complete blur, but I know I probably made an absolute idiot of myself.

"Get dressed" Sapnap instructs. I look down at what ive got on. Pajama bottoms, no shirt.

"Did I put these on?" I ask Sapnap.

He laughs, like my question is the funniest thing in the world.

"Do you not remember how shit faced you were? You passed out after about twenty seconds of getting past the door. I put them on."

I nod confusedly, but he doesn't wait for any sort of answer from me. "Ill wait in Q's dorm, don't be too long."

Im going to ask where we're even going, but hes already gone, leaving me feeling sickly and aching to dress myself.

As I dress myself I try to recollect little by little what had happened last night.

I do remember studying, and smoking, and George wanting to drink, and me getting him alcohol, and the first part of conversation...

Yet thats it.

Its cloudy but sunny, meaning its probably windy. I slip on pleated trousers and a cable knit sweater, roughly combing my hands through my hair after I've splashed water on my face, and then I'm off.

The halls are pretty empty for a Saturday, but then I remember its dry, meaning people have probably gone to town.

Q and Georges dorm is pretty loud from the outside, so I don't bother knocking, I just barge right in.