Kennedy feels stuck. What better way is there to escape a vicious cycle of tiring herself out, just to fail her classes once again, than to throw herself into a new experience? The universe took things too literally though - soon enough, she finds h...
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I'm not comfortable. No, I just can't seem to feel at all. - Chase Atlantic
The first thing I notice when I wake up is a headache making its way all the way down to my eye sockets.
I never learn when it comes to these things. It's been like this for years. I watch movies or a show before going to bed and I'll always wake up with the most annoying headache known to man. But do I ever stop doing it? Hell no. The nostalgic and cozy feeling I get when I dive into another world as it's dark outside and no-one expects me to be present is way too close to bliss to ever abandon it for good.
My left arm energetically sweeps my blanket off of my figure but a soothing warmth still envelops my skin when I stand up and move in front of the window.
I have a complicated relationship with the sun. Truly, I despise summer with all my heart. It's hard to sleep when the nasty, stuffy air doesn't let you go even at night and your body is covered in liquid as if you've been dumped into a swimming pool.
Minus the refreshing attributes.
Regardless, it's undeniable that this feeling in particular, feeling the sun burn my skin slightly, makes me slip into a state of contentment.
My feet are now clad in cozy socks as I exit my bedroom and fly through some options of what to eat for breakfast when my eyes settle on my Laptop that I had left on the couch out of tiredness. I figure it's best to speak to Nikita about the application and possible change in career before I send it off just in case there is something I forgot to consider.
My day thus carries on on a low note until five hours later, when I hear a suitcase being pushed through the doorway behind me.
Swiftly, I get up from the sofa and round it just to be met with a head of mint green. To finally welcome my best friend into my arms after a month of not being able to touch her, I move at an alarming speed across the carpet and our ribs clash. My arms circle around her ribcage while hers hug me close to her by my neck. We exclaim an excited 'Hello' and sway from side to side slightly before letting go.
"How was your flight? Did you throw up?" I ask, genuinely concerned. My hand grips the suitcase tightly to pull the heavy mass further into the apartment.
"God, gladly, no. I might as well could have, though. Why the heck do they even serve those nasty meals? Don't you also sometimes get the feeling that they purposely want to make you feel sick?" She scoffs and then begins to laugh.
"For real," she carries on laughing slightly and I grin at her as she continues "it's not possible that they serve it because they actually think it's any good."
I'm glad she's in good spirits again after the disappointing time she had with her family and on her flight.
Ironically, she continues "I'm sorry I had to cancel our plans. But-" she pauses for a moment to fling her jacket across the hallway onto an armchair, "I think karma got me the second I entered my families house again. And then a SECOND time when I bit into that airplane sandwich."
