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Love, Gorgeous 1

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Dear journal,

Last night I woke up and I didn't know what time it was.

I never know what time it is anymore, since I can't read a watch and I don't want to learn Braille. It just seems like that would make not ever seeing again real. So for now, I depend on everyone else.

I walked my feet up the end of the bed until the touched the bottom of Cece's bunk, then I pushed up.

"You coud've killed me!" Cece cried, instantly awake. She's such a light sleeper that I could have woken her up with even the lightest push, but I guess I like being in control of something, even something as small as whether Celia is sleeping or not.

I rapped my knuckles against the wall four times, in the code Cece and I developed so I didn't have to talk to let her know what I wanted. Four knocks meant 'sorry.'

I heard her shift so she could lean over the edge of our bunk beds."It's okay. What is it?"

Three snaps. Time.

I could imagine her checking her little purple watch, a favorite since fifth grade, pressing the button so the tiny screen glowed turquoise. "It's two-thirty-six. Anything else?"

I hestitated for a second, then knocked three times. "Thank you? For what? It's not just the time."

Two knocks. No. I moved my hand up until I reached her face, hanging over the edge of the bunk. I ran my hand over it, then ruffled her short hair. "My hair? Oh. You mean when I cut it."

Yeah. 

I heard her shrug. "It's no big deal. I was going to cut it anyways. Almost to my knees was much too long." She acted non-chalant, but I knew it had hurt to chop off all her hair, even if she was doing it for me. She had grown it out for so long, ever since we were in kindergarten and she put up a fuss to get her hair cut. I of course, being the meek, obedient sister, got a haircut, but Celia just flat out refused.

One snap. OK.

"Night."

Goodnight.

That's basically how every night goes. I can't sleep anymore. Not throughout the whole night. Not since I started having nightmares.

That's why I'm writing this; I woke up, but Cece is still asleep. It's annoying, typing when she's not there to proofread becauxse I must be making mistakes. But I've been making mistakes for while now.

On that happy note, 

love, Gorgeous.