I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I’m not in a panic the way many of my dreams leave me. And there’s no physical pain. But I’m keenly aware of an emptiness. A hollow feeling that I can’t place.
I look around the room trying to figure out where I am. I sit up and remember that I’m at this insanely beautiful school.
I rub my face, then grab the edge of the bed as I try to come to terms with the dream I just had. What on earth could it mean.