perchance to dream

{ everything is better in miniature. via suzanne clements. }

I was dreaming about a tall ship and the East Coast when Ren woke me up last night. "Elizabeth!" she whispered, persistent. Then, "Iz!" I swung over my top bunk to look down at her.

"What? What's going on?" I was still remembering riggings and sailing knots, with no sense of the time or even really where exactly I was.

"Why are you awake?!" she asked, annoyed.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"Why are you awake?!"

"I wasn't. I mean, now I am, but I wasn't before and what are you on about?" I looked at her, wildly confused, my eyes only now adjusting to the dark room. She flipped over onto her stomach, mumbling.

"You're so annoying," she said, suddenly asleep. I rolled back up onto my pillow and felt for my cell phone, flipping it open to check the time. Maybe my alarm had gone off, and I didn't hear it? Maybe someone had called and woke Ren up? The bright screen made my eyes water; I squinted in the sudden light. 2:38 a.m. Yep. Ren's just crazy.

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We haven't been getting a lot of sleep around here lately, and it shows. Yesterday it took me about twenty minutes to write a ten-line email, and last night Ren tried to spoon risotto on my dinner plate and more or less failed. Something's gotta give, but I doubt it will happen anytime soon. Finals are the worstest worst.

But I have finished my BritLit paper and the half-a-page introduction to my Humanities research project. So, you know. Things are looking up.