I've never really enjoyed sleeping with my blankets on. I just don't like how it feels, the way it touches and sits on my skin.
And unfortunately, I can't sleep while standing up, so... I just laid on top of my blankets, that's about as comfortable as I can get.
But I still can't sleep.
So I pick up my cell phone and decide to text my friend.
Me: Hi. Mer, you awake? I can't sleep. Your stupid play has got me stressed, and my room smells like lemons. I hate lemons.
I wait patiently. There's a good chance she won't answer, it's well past midnight. Almost 2AM, actually.
But I hear my ringtone, the chorus of Best Day Of My Life, by American Authors.
Merlynn: Well you know what they say... When life gives you lemons, drink vodka.
Me: Um... No one says that.
Merlynn: You shouldn't listen to what people say.
Me: Now you're just confusing me.
Merlynn: Grow a pair. And what are you doing tomorrow?
Me: Delivering mail, studying, writing, eating, sleeping.
Merlynn: Sounds exciting. But you know what's more exciting? Going on an adventure with me.
Me: An adventure?
Merlynn: Meet me at the front gate, 4 o'clock. Don't be late. Goodnight <3
I have no experience with... Adventures. I don't think she's planning on taking me on an epic quest, to slay a dragon--but you can never be too sure with Merlynn.
I still couldn't fall asleep. There's a thousand thoughts racing through my mind.
Sometimes I wish my mind would just shut up for a few hours, so I could sleep.
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