Date: 2/1/2019

By savamey

I stay up late to write a 9-page, 1000-word essay for English. I do it in the middle of the loft for some reason. It takes me several hours and I just barely manage to finish it. The next morning, I go to some breakfast thing in an underground room that’s blue and purple. There, I remember I need to print the essay and turn it in. Note: I believe this may be a way for my subconscious to remind me that I need to finish some of my homework and turn it in....