I had a dream about you last night. You held me like you used to and whispered in my ears. I woke up from the reality I've built in my sleep to find myself in the real nightmare: awake. I smiled today and pretended I was asleep, sometimes closing my eyes and entering my sanctuary, only to jerk awake and find myself in a cold classroom rather than in your inviting arms. I laughed at jokes made by friends and pretended it's all okay, every once in a while sighing and returning to my fantasy realm where I can rub the horrible things right off the page with my squishy gray eraser. A smiling tiger girl giggled back at me from the off-white pages of my sketchbook and I wondered if she'd ever frown like her breathing counterpart.
You updated your comic today. I smiled when I got the notification in my email's inbox. I see Blame has returned to its original ways, thanks to the comics you've been reading. His birthday? How interesting.
Interesting that it's easy for you to remember his birthday, but still have trouble remembering mine after personally--- no. I'd like to rephrase that... after intamately knowing me for almost two years.
We watched the marching band march today and all I could think about was how much better the Woods Cross High orchestra sounds.
I hate you.
[.Vynnie.] Community Member 
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