Late Change

Asleep in my bed. Head resting on my pillow, covers pulled over my head. A normal night.

Two separate dreams.

In my room, the heat was almost unbearable. I kept the heater on too long and now it created tropical weather in my room. I dropped a paper on the floor, and as I bent down to pick it up, I noticed a beetle. It was green, with the body of a cicada. It did not frighten me, it almost seemed an omen. I watched it crawl across the carpet out into the open, out into the light. I let it be. If there was a beetle of this sort in my room there had to be the caterpillar it came from. I searched around, under pillows, in my dresser, in the darkened corners of my room and finally found it underneath my bed near the wall. It was a dark green and wriggled slightly once it was found. I didn’t move it, but rather ran to find my Mom. I had found a magnificent discover in my room! The caterpillar and it’s future. This didn’t seem odd to me at the time, but I still wanted my Mom to see. When I ran out to talk to her, she ignored me. She did this often, but it angered me. I really wanted for her to see them. I ran back to my room to find where both had gone. I checked under my bed and on the floor and both had gone missing. I searched the rest of my room and felt confusions. I didn’t want them in my room if I slept!
But then the dream cut off.

Fast forward a couple hours, and you have my next, rather unbearable dream. It forced my to check my cell phone TWICE.

I woke to the sound of a talk show, off in the distance. I opened my eyes and noticed the sun peaking through my closed shade. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed my alarm clock. It hadn’t rung this morning, I had probably forgotten to set it. It read 9:00. I was late. Late late late. What would I do? I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. “Mom! It’s 9!” She glanced up, a little surprised at my appearance. “Oh gosh. I’m sorry. I forgot. Go take a shower, I’ll call the school and say you were sick.” After hearing the response, I dashed off to my room. I checked my phone and I had received text from Emily. “Skippin’ school, Pohutski?” I replyed, “I guess so.” I picked up a few items and reached my bathroom. I started the shower, undressed and checked the scale. Normal routine. Once I got in the shower, the warm water hit me , but I felt nothing. As I reached up for the vanilla shampoo, I recalled the day Danielle had given it to me. I felt déjà-vu. My mom walked into the bathroom to do her hair. “I’m sorry about that. I forget to get you up when you start using your alarm so much.” “It’s okay. I just want to make it by third hour at least.” “Alright, we can do that.”

Then I woke. I reached for my phone. 5:47.

Great.

I had about fifteen more minutes.