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30

Dream

1 week later

 The water is too hot but I don't care.

That feeling when you get into the shower and specific parts of you are so cold that the water burns. You know the one? My toes and fingers ignite every time I put them under the droplets. I face the casacade, leaning back slightly so my hair doesn't get wet. I learnt the other day that some people actually face away from the water when they're in the shower. That sparked a debate between Sapnap and I. 

I'm hypnotized by the water as it falls from the ceiling. Although it looks like a straight line, each individual part is a seperate droplet. A seperate being from the others, different in shape and size and making up one perfect, clear line. 

Perfect. It's a funny word. Nobody is perfect, we all have flaws. I don't know why it's used as a compliment because it's a lie. There's some life advice for you, if someone calls you perfect, they're lying and you should unfriend them immediately.

Shower thoughts are so weird.

I become aware that I'm wasting the hot water and quickly switch off the tap. Sapnap's Mum probably won't care but I do. As a guest at her house, it's bad manners.

I forget to switch the cold tap off and when it becomes icy on my skin, I flinch away into the glass which is arguably colder. I reach around the water and shakily turn the tap. The water stops and I sigh, crossing my arms across my chest. I'm cold again, the entire point of the shower was to warm up.

It's a cold and clear night despite the warm day. Summer is becoming more apparent in the last few days. It's my favourite season and the change is making me better about the world. That's an unpopular opinion apparently but at the moment, I couldn't care less about what others think. If you're willing to start a fight over seasons, you need therapy and that's not even my short temper saying that. It's a fact.

A knock on the door.

"Dream, honey?" It's Rose. I wrap the towel around my waist and inhale, a tickle in my throat emerging due to the steam. "Are you okay?"

"Yep," I call. "I'm decent if you need something from in here."

She laughs. "No, no it's all good. Just thought you should know that George arrived a short time ago, Sapnap and him are on the couch watching a movie."

George. My throat closes. "Alright, thank you."

I hear her footsteps get fainter as she walks away and I lean against the sink, staring at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is damp. The muscles in my arms look weak and i exhale loudly. The last week hasn't been easy. After I found George, he had said that I should leave him alone, crying into my chest before leaving my house. I haven't seen him at all throughout the week and now he's here and I'm naked and on the verge of tears a room above him. 

I'm suddenly hot, the steam not clearing fast enough, the moisture sticking to my back. I turn the tap on and splash cold water on my face. It runs down my wrists and drops off my elbows and I walk from the bathroom. I walk straight into Rose who's come from her bedroom. She sees a flash of bare skin before quickly covering her eyes.

"Gah! I'm going, I'm going," she hurriedly says, stumbling away. I hear her mutter "boys" before slipping back into her room. Heat rises in my cheeks and I walk into Sapnaps bedroom, fumbling for my sweatpants, boxers and hoodie. Did I bring a t-shirt? No, I'm not going out so why do I need to wear a shirt under my jumper? Besides. I'm sure others have done it before.

The soft fabric of my hoodie feels nice against my skin and I walk out of Sapnaps room, stepping down the staircase and into the foyer. Sapnap turns around and so does George. An interesting expression crosses his face, guilt and sadness mixed with exhaustion. Sapnap is smiling. As I walk closer, I examine George's features more. His eyes have dark circles, his hair isn't clean and he looks frail like he hasn't eaten or slept in days. Sapnap notices the tension and stiffens.