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Nightdreams

I somehow eventually pull my eyes away from the smiley face, and the world speeds up to catch up with all the time I just missed. I glance at the time at the top of my phone 4 times before it actually comprehends in my brain that I've been staring at a tiny typed face for 20 minutes. I kind of laugh at myself and log out, feeling a weight press down on my shoulders again.
It's past 11pm now, and I should probably go to sleep. I turn off my bedside lamp to convince myself that I'm doing what's best, open up Instagram, and roll onto the other side of my bed.
I scroll what must be the height of Everest without gaining anything really. My eyes are dry and hot, so I blink a couple times, causing them to water. I go to sleep.

Thousands of miles of land surrounds me, I take specific note of each and every blade of grass. And for the first time, I'm calm. I do a full circle, examining the land that encapsulates me. A dresser complete with drawers and a large mirror appears in front of me. I approach it, and a person stands opposite me. He looks very much like me, only smiling, happy.
'Wait here.' He says.
He turns, and walks away. I try to follow him but I can't.
I wake up.

The sun floods through my half open curtains. Illuminating my room, an ocean of light drowning me. I reach for my phone, but it's not plugged in like usual. I smack through my covers to find it knotted somewhere between them, and hold down the power button. Dead. Perfect. I chuck it on charge and find my uniform, couldn't be late for school. I'm going to kill myself one of these days.
When I'm ready I check my phone. 11%. I really have to go, I guess I don't need it anyway.

I spend the whole day daydreaming about a boy in an open field, never paying attention to one word that anyone says. They're all stupid anyway.