In high school again. The last few days have been like this. But waking up, the details are nondescript.
I was running through the halls, arms outstretched, friends in tow, laughing wildly, mouth open wide enough to catch flies. I was wearing spaghetti straps and short shorts – articles of clothing never allowed in school. I was free and didn’t give a shit about their rules. I remember only a moment from this dream, but that small moment already speaks volumes to me.