First assignment

one of my first assignments was to write a short paragraph, that had an emotional through line and that said something about me...

this is it...

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There’s a moment between waking and sleeping. You’re still taking part in the dream. You want it to last because things are amazing or because you just want to see how it ends. How you’ll react. But the little things start to show. Revealing it all to be in your head, and as fantasy and reality merge, the realization of what’s happening dawns on you as the sun creeps through your blinds. You try to cling to the story, the feelings, turn them into memories before they fade. But the demands of the day start to overtake, poking into your consciousness. You open your eyes a bit, and the comfort of sleep dissipates. There’s stuff in your eyes, you need to brush your teeth, you know its going to be a bad hair day. You stretch, trying to purge the aches and fatigue from your limbs. Maybe you’ll take just five more minutes. You glance at your clock.

9:45

don’t I have class at 10!  Shit.