In Your Dreams

45 || Phoebe Summers

Today has been one mishap after another, and I’m seriously starting to wonder what’s going on. Like is the universe out to get me today? Like seriously, what the fuck is happening ans why am I the only one suffering?

It started with me waking up—not in my bed, but on the floor beside it. Flat on the bare, cold wood floor with zero cushioning whatsoever. Oddly enough, I didn’t even feel sore. My body seemed oddly fine, which only added to my confusion: how was I not aching after spending the entire night on the hardwood? Also, how the fuck did I end up on the floor. I wasn't drunk—I didn't even drink to even end up on the floorboards with only a blanket wrapped around me.

Instinctively, I jumped and pull myself up on to my feet quickly—probably too quickly, because the world spun. My vision got blurry, my head feels like it's about to explode. That's when I feel musing losing any resemblance of balance in my body. I reached out, trying to grab the nightstand, but I underestimated the distance between the nightstand since it was barely just out of reach. That's when it happened. I went down, on the floor, again. Another hard thump on the floor, still no pain. The confusion was too strong to even let me register any pain. A little groggy, I looked over at the bed and saw the rest of the gang piled up there, looking directly down at me on the floor. I can't believe that they're all on the bed, sleeping while leaving me, the rightful bed owner, on the floor.

Apparently, I’d rolled off sometime in the night. I don't remember when, but that's what they claimed to had happened. They said they tried to wake me up, did everything they can—JD even blasted music directly into my ear to try and jolt me awake. No luck. After an hour, they’d just shrugged, given up, and gone back to sleep. The nerve. They left me to my floor slumber but, to their credit, threw a blanket over me. Not that it saved me from feeling a bit betrayed. However it did saved me from hyperthermia—probably, the cold wooden floor was in fact, very cold.

So, naturally, I made them cook breakfast as compensation. Even played the damsel in distress just for them to agree. Though, while they were preparing breakfast, I went to the bathroom to fix myself up—and clean the mess on my face and hair. Had I mention about the wooden floor and show there are some wooden chip wrapped around my hair? I didn't? Well, now I did.

Freshly cleaned up, I was just about to dig into some eggs and luncheon meat when my phone vibrates and receives a notification. It was from a new group chat, and to my surprise, it was Alecks asking us to meet up in the rehearsal room for an early practice session. The group chat was recently created and only Alecks' message is in there.

At first, I didn’t feel any urgency. But then, Alecks messaged again, more insistent this time. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to skip the breakfast—mouth-watering breakfast!—and just bolt out the door. I have no idea what came over me, all I know was that I don't want to be late and didn't want to disappoint the others.

So, I've ran out of my dormitory with no food in my stomach. Another mistake, this early in the day. On a fucking weekends, might I add.

And then there was Emmett’s "compliment." I hadn’t realized that I’d forgotten to change out of my shirt from last night. Apparently, in my hurry, I’d left the dorm with my My Little Pony shirt on full display. Emmett, of course, noticed, and now my cheeks are still red just thinking of how many people must have seen me in it. Let alone any student roaming around the campus and seeing me run down the hallway, wearing my childhood tv show. Just the thought make my cheek turn red.

And now, the icing on the disaster cake—the lovely, sweet cherry on top: I’m treating Emmett with free coffee. Half because I feel guilty for throwing the pen and leaving streak pen writing on his cheek, and half because I’m plotting ways to sabotage his order.