The library is quiet at midnight, though still filled with wild-eyed people frantically studying for exams.
"You are dreaming", and how heavy my breath feels in my chest. Too much caffeine, too much Starbucks, the weight of the future (the immediate, the tomorrow, the years). The ideological war. The grateful hum in my head as I think of what I will never be - by grace. The music in my speakers and how wonderful, wonderful, wonderful it is to be young.