thirteenstrong replied to your post:
"Wake up. You can do it." He’s tangled himself in…
"Maybe I’m not really here. Maybe you’re still dreaming."
“I’m not buying that.”
❝Oh, come on. It’s a joke.❞
He sits on the edge of the bed like he belongs there, stretching out his legs so that he’s comfortable. It’s nowhere near sunrise yet, a quarter to three, but he’s still there, dressed like it’s daytime. Never mind the fact that the half moon’s out and this isn’t his room, or his building, or any of that.
❝The nightmare didn’t take away your ability to laugh, did it?❞











