10.16.17

11:48 AM.
The shrill, metallic screech of tears caused me to bolt out of sleep, sit upright, automatically wondering who died.
In a second I was taken back to that day four years ago when sobs were the only force powerful enough to awake me out of my summer slumber.
So I stumbled out of bed in a panic to find that the tears were from a heartbroken girl whom I can relate to, no death involved, not here, not today.
I did my best to console her, despite not being able to console myself.
Then I went back to sleep, on a clean pillow with no dried tears, not here, not this time.

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