And my first thought is,
You're fucking kidding me, right?

This is a dream?

No.

-

I woke up this morning and pried my eyes open with my fingernails. I pulled on my clothes, and in a stupor, I drove to school. I was going to return a book. I pulled the door towards me, and it was heavy, and as I strolled through the library, I noticed her hair.

"Hey."

And when I turned to face her, I immediately saw it.

The blood dripping from inside her shirtsleeves.

-

I blinked. Once. Twice.

It was suddenly gone. The initial shock subsided, wore off. I put my books on the table and looked into her face. Nothing wrong there. No signs of upset or stress.

We talked for a few minutes, and then I did what I had come there to do. Nothing extraordinary happened. It was just normal.

But I still don't get it. I can't get my mind around it. I think that it will just go away.

-

I sat down on one of the benches. I figured I'd just hang out until someone came along that I could talk to.

I scribbled down some lines. Things that were stuck in my head. I didn't think about what I was writing too hard when I wrote it, but I went back and read it later, and it seemed quite jumbled. Nothing spectacular.

I heard the click-clack of heels or boots or whatever from some distance down the hallway, and looked. Her hair. She came closer.

Then, I saw her face, hidden underneath. The streaks of smeared makeup, the bloodshot eyes, puffy cheeks. She had obviously been crying hard.

"Hey. What's wrong?" She looked up.

And it was the strangest thing, her face was perfect. No tears, no vestiges of sorrow. I said, Nevermind, but I felt funny saying it. It was just strange.

-

The obituary appeared in the paper a few days late, as if nobody even noticed it had happened. I've been trying to talk to people about it, but they avoid the subject.

Sometimes, when I'm alone and I let myself think, I wonder if it really happened.

I'm not sure of anything at all. I've been questioning my perceptions. I've been tripping over things and running into walls and doors, lost in thought.

All I know is, this is something. This is different. I'm going to write everything down, no matter how little sense it makes. I just have to sort it out in my head.

Omgz.
I thought that was real.
This is amazing!