It’s a November morning in 2014. This has all been a bad dream. Your tumblr crush just posted something that made you smile. You have a literature class later today and you’re excited to start your assignment for poetry class. You ride your bike around campus and think about last night when you sat in your friend’s dorm room makeshift fort and listened to Sufjan Stevens records. Cardigans are still in style and your bedroom has string lights hung up. Your grandmother is still alive and you still have hope in friendships.
















