Crests and Troughs

No pronouns.

You wake up at 6:23 am; six minutes and some seconds before your alarm goes off. This is a huge accomplishment for you because you usually turn it off and sleep for another hour or so before getting up. And, since recently, you've been turning it off and sleeping for another five hours before even just sitting up in bed.

I'm going to be tired today, aren't I?

You run through a brief prediction of what you think your day is going to look like and you decide to get up out of bed because thinking about your day isn't actually living it.

The familiar dizziness makes your head spin a bit and you close your eyes for a second to regain your balance. You keep moving though because it's Monday and you're going to school.

While in the shower, you decide you want to be early enough to meet Myari at her dorm all the way at the Indigo Block. She used to come meet you at the Camo Block until you told her not to bother anymore.

Thinking about all the ways you've kept Myari at a distance ends up making you run later than you wanted. You call her while getting dressed so you don't end up walking all the way to her dorm just to find her not there.

"Hello."

"Myari, where are you?"

"D! I haven't seen you in so long!"

You're abashed at her enthusiasm to hear from you but you also feel guilty because Léyon used to do the same thing.

"Myari, it's been three days."

"Three days is like forever to us queers."

"We're not in a relationship, Myari."

"Your point? You're a part of my chosen family, Desireé."

You are, once again, abashed and you really want to find something else to talk about.

You ask again, "Where are you?"

"I'm at the dining hall. Why?"

You're late.

"Oh, that's okay. I was going to meet you at your dorm but I'm not even fully dressed yet. I'll see you around at school."

"Cool!"

You begin to half-assedly pull up your jeans in defeat but that proves to be the equivalent of rolling a boulder up a hill. So, you get over your dejectedness long enough to jump and wiggle your rolls into the trousers.

You look in the mirror provided with the dormitory and wish the school would've gone for a full length. You think to yourself, At least I can see my ass and hips, though.

"Shawty a lil' boo thang!"

*

You get to the dining hall at 8:58 and hope to God that Ms Krüegel is on duty. She'd scold you for being late but she'd still serve you, anyway.

"Desireé Russell! It is 9 o'clock! Breakfast is finished! Why are you so late?!"

Here we go again.

"Ah Ah! I'm not finished!"

You clamp your mouth shut before you even get a word out.

"You weren't at breakfast last week, either! Now, I'm not going to serve you until I get an explanation!"

You vaguely wonder why is it that she's so hung up over it. You're in college now. You've always been told that in college, people don't give a fuck about you. So, why is she behaving like this? It didn't much help that she had A FUCKING MICROPHONE LODGED IN HER THROAT.