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Spring Semester

I have the sense to recognize that                                                                                            
I don't know how to let you go                                                                 
Every moment marked                                                             
With apparitions of your soul

The sun was setting on the bay, making the vast stretch of water below look like liquid gold. I smiled as I stretched myself out beneath the dying rays, the warm sand of the beach brushing enticingly against my skin.

"Enjoying yourself?" his smooth voice whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck and causing my nerves to tingle with pleasure.

"Mmm," I smiled, rolling into his cool embrace, encasing his hard torso in my arms. He chuckled again and brushed my hair behind my ear with his slender fingers.

"I love you," he murmured, before planting a series of delicate kisses along my jawline. I shivered, despite the heat, and openly clung to his broad shoulders. Slowly, I opened my eyes...

Beep Beep.

Beep Beep.

"No," I groaned, my head burrowing underneath the duvet.

"Five more minutes." I was just getting to the good part...

Beep Beep.

Beep Beep.

I swore and reached out from beneath the covers, my arm grabbing wildly for the alarm clock. I heard a deafening crash and felt the floor shake. I sat bolt upright, the duvet falling away and exposing me to a wall of freezing cold air. Bleary eyed and disorientated, I looked around the room in confusion, searching for the source of the noise. My eyes fell upon my bed side cabinet- in my haste to switch off the alarm clock it seemed to have been overturned, causing the many books and CD's piled precariously atop it to tumble to the floor. My eyes zeroed in on the alarm clock, which was now innocently nestled in between Jane Eyre and Great Expectations.

Beep Beep.

Beep Beep.

"Stupid piece of junk," I mumbled, slamming my hand on the OFF button before reluctantly heaving myself out of bed. I stumbled across the room and across the hall into the bathroom, finding at least three things to trip over on my way. It wasn't until I had showered, dressed and had a glass of orange juice- my tolerance for caffeine was embarrassingly low- that I could even think about the day ahead.

I swung myself onto one of the stools at the counter in the kitchen of the small apartment and glanced at the calendar that hung on the wall. March 4th. I live with my mom, I couldn't leave her even if I am twenty-one years old. She's everything to me. Over six years had passed since Jacob had left me, during which I had struggled through every single day unable, despite my hardest endeavors, to forget him. I had finished school and gotten good grades,  evidently emotional heartbreak and social isolation can do wonders for a person's work ethic. Well its the first day of a new semester at a new college.

I could feel the warmth of the sun, smell the fresh air, see the green grass and flowers. I stood there in a field of green.Colorful tulips decorated the field. I looked up at the clear blue sky, to watch the final gray cloud disappear, revealing the blinding sun. A warm sensation of heat washed through my body, clearing out any negative energies. The heat flowed through my spirit and soul as if a gentle stream moved through a river. Without thinking, I raised my arm and wiped a line of sweat with the back of my warm hand.