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~5~

before this starts !! im changing the name of the girl bc i dont wanna use her real name bc im ~uncomfy~ with that and we dont need her cheating ass in this story anyway so sdjfsdjf just a disclaimer ok enjoy the chapter ^u^

I woke up in a jolt, cold sweat prominent on my forehead and neck. My breathing was sporadic as I clutched my chest. It took me a moment to adjust my eyes to the slightly dark room. Outside, the sky was still a deep navy blue; the sun was barely climbing its way up the horizon. I turned my head to my clock which read a taunting 6:22AM. 

Cat was nowhere to be seen which didn’t actually bring me much comfort. I sighed as I swung my legs over my bed to rise from it. Guess I’ll just start my day then. The desire to go back to sleep was strong, but knowing me I’d lie in bed wide awake, angry at myself for not being able to shut my eyes. I yawned and rubbed the tiredness away from my eyes. Out of habit, I lazily grabbed my phone from its usual place at my desk and stuffed it in my pocket. 

I didn’t bother changing into other clothes as my nightwear was socially acceptable by my standards; unsurprisingly, another old sweater and a pair of joggers. When I entered my kitchen, I found that it was even creepier than my bedroom. It had been awhile since the last time I had been awake at odd hours of darkness. I would say night, but it was basically morning by now. 

When I opened my fridge, the blinding light burned my eyes that had barely adjusted to the blue hue of the morning darkness. I let out a frustrated groan, squinting to see anything that looked remotely appealing to eat at such an hour of the day. My gaze landed on a small cup of yogurt on the middle shelf. I didn’t bother to check the expiration date as I sntached it from its spot, closed the fridge, and rummaged through my drawers for a spoon. 

The first thing I grabbed was a small, plastic spoon from one of the drawers I usually didn’t open in my kitchen. I made my way past my workspace and storefront whilst tearing open the lid of my yogurt. As I headed out of my shop and sat at the front porch step, taking delicate scoops of the yogurt I had yet to figure out the flavor of, I felt myself become awake.

The crisp November air stung my skin and the bottoms of my feet that were protected with thin socks. The sun was far from reaching the horizon as stars twinkled their delight above me. Luckily, the night had been mostly clear, leaving only streaks as excuses for clouds. Despite the slightly polluted London air, the constellations were clear enough for me to appreciate them.

A buzz from my phone forced my attention away from the early morning’s beauty. I set the cup of half eaten yogurt beside me and picked my phone out of my pocket. A notification appeared from Twitter as I unlocked the screen. Not thinking much of it, I tapped on it and was brought to my messages with Dream. He had apparently decided to text me.

idk if ur up rn but i havent been able to sleep 
look at this meme lol

There was a minecraft meme he attached to his message that I didn’t really bother to look at. Instead, I was too distracted by the fact that he had texted me so early in the morning. It was odd but I responded anyway. 

i woke up early
i think the yogurt im eating is expired

its fine all of my chips are stale 
we do be leaving our food out too long doe

I allowed myself to exhale through my nose at his stupid message. It was humerous and stupid, but it was most because I was too tired to really grasp the situation. 

true lol

is it cool if i come over rn?

I blushed, unsure of whether or not that was a good idea. The sun wouldn’t be up for a while, but there really wasn’t much I would be doing today anyway. I didn’t see a reason not to let him come over, but at the same time I felt nervous about it. It was the kind of nervousness that made butterflies come alive in my stomach but also trigger my fight or flight. It was very confusing.