But this one isn't about them.
It's about my dreams.
...
I really like to sleep, for other reasons than most teenagers. Not just because I like being unconscious and not having to do work, but because I get to escape my reality and live in another.
In a place where the smoke has cleared and the tinted mirrors have been shattered.
Where I can feel this again.
A place where I'm happy outside of being in your arms.
A place I thought didn't exist until I met that girl in room 4104.
There's something about the number 4.
Your apartment number.
Part of her apartment number,
The amout of times every second I think of you.
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