That One Day...

CHAPTER 5...

I sat in my room, brushing my hair before bed. Too excited to sleep. I even started a playlist on my Spotify account with songs I loved and thought he might too. When I hear music that makes me feel something, be it happiness or sorrow- I save it. So I thought why not make an Elliot playlist whenever I heard a song that made me think of him? So I did just that. It was playing right now as I brushed my hair. Drums, soft guitars, crazy synth sounds. It all spoke to me. And hopefully to him. As I finished washing my face before bed I worried how little I'd sleep. 

Whenever I got excited like this, I hardly slept. Think of that giddy feeling you had as a kid on Christmas eve, same thing. Well, at least I have enough concealer on hand to hide those pesky dark circles should they appear after a morning of restless sleep, I conjured with a smirk. That and mascara. If I piled it on enough, it would open my eyes and hide the fact that I was tired. An illusion. One of my little tricks. My eyes might be small but with enough mascara, they popped! And, I can always set my alarm 15 minutes early. Just in case, I thought, before resting my head on the pillow.