Today, I wake up from the dream.
And it would seem the real world is better.
Euphoria, mild vertigo, butterflies in my stomach.
A rush of whatever hormones do this.
I wanted to lie down, close my eyes, listen to “Give me a kiss to build a dream on” by Louis Armstrong while falling asleep. Preferably in her arms.
It is a truly damnable thing that instead I stayed after school to sit through a lecture 90 minutes long on economics. It is merely mildly damnable that I learned nothing new.