You had a funny feeling when you woke up.
Maybe it's because your cousin had told you that if you see somebody in your dreams, it means they were thinking about you.
Maybe it's because you woke up with a hard-on for the stranger in your dream.
You could only remember a little bit of it: a giant chess board that melted into an active volcano, and you falling hundreds of feet to the steamy ground below before being caught just in time by a figure in a red cape. You only caught a glint of gold before strong hands lifted you into the air and you woke up.
You get the feeling the stranger was quite dreamy (pun intended) but probably only that. Probably only a figment of your imagination.
You heard a faint knock on the door and realized your father was probably about two seconds away from busting in to see if you were awake. Now remembering your embarrassing morning situation, you scrambled to cover yourself in a mass of blankets before the door slammed open with a sickening whack.
You jumped despite the regularity of this scene.
"Good morning, son," boomed a voice, loud but kind in tone. You grumbled a greeting and burrowed deeper into your plush nest. "I see you're awake." More grumbling and burrowing. You were beginning to overheat, but at least you wouldn't have to explain to your father just what kind of dream you had last night. The tall man in the door furrowed his brows slightly in acceptance of his son's stubbornness. Still staying calm, he announced that "Special breakfast will be waiting for you downstairs, John," and you groaned inwardly.
Sure, it was the first day at a new school, and parents had to celebrate that. You get it. But you're not ready to be bullied into being a wallflower at this new school on an excruciatingly full stomach. Nope. If you were gonna fall hard again this year, you were gonna do it without throwing up every last cinnamon roll you managed to cram in on the five minute bus ride. How were you supposed to know the mile run would be the first thing of the day?
So you thought to yourself that at least you learned something from shitty public school in Washington.
Well, if worse comes to worst, you thought as you slipped on your nicest pair of Lucky jeans (hey—just because were prepared to be a loser didn't mean you had to dress like you were), at least you made some friends at your workplace and online. Karkat at Lucky Jeans has a bad attitude but you think he can tolerate you, and your cousin introduced you to her friend Rose, and since that first chat six months ago, you've been great friends.
You sighed, pulling on a comfy t-shirt and zip-up hoodie. You won't be completely alone this time.
Your thoughts turned to the ever-fading dream of yours, but after all this depressing thinking you've given up on it. It'll go away on its own. Besides, what would the first day at Jackson English Preparatory Academy be without at least one awkward encounter?