Today I woke up and slept a lot. But the continuous 'dreams' of the 'past' was too loud. It's not that I'm complaining as I'm trying to recall this 'past' and write it down for the kid that's so curious about it and look extremely gullible, for some reason I felt like they need to understand the truth, despite it holding nothing meaningful towards them really.
Why did they ask about it? No. More importantly, why am I listening to it?
Sighing, I just took a sip of my water bottle. I'm thirsty, and the water is hot.