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Sebastian Socorro
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“Good morning,” my mother says to me, but the sky outside is dark. What time is it? I’ll take a look after I eat.

Oh I’m already outside. I’m waiting for the bus, yes. Better make sure not to fall asleep standing up, haha. What’s that playing in my head? Enjoy the Silence? I haven’t heard that in years. It reminds me of middle school, it reminds me of my old home, it reminds me of…

Ow, I hit my head against the glass. How long have I been in the bus? Ah well, I suppose there’s no harm in advancing in my homework. A scribble here, a scribble there,

“We’re waiting.” My teacher says with a raised eyebrow, her pen tapping the notebook.

“Oh, sorry. Uh, number eight? That’s the uh…the etiological function of the story.”

“I can’t believe he said that, he’s a madman.” My friend next to me mentions with a laugh. I frown, but when I blink I notice we’re having lunch on a bench near my locker.

“Yeah…” I give him a weak smile. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom for a sec.”
He nods and as soon as I take a step, I’m at the stalls. Something’s wrong. Am I awake?

I put my back against the wall for support, but suddenly the wall is the ground and I’m laying on my back. The bathroom walls are comfier than I thought. Wait, that’s my bed. The sky is dark.

I look at the clock.

Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol.49 Issue 07 on December 4th, 2019