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it was, I tell myself as the events of my dream resurface, I was in the woods running, from what I'm not sure I just know it was from d

ld start all over again. I woke up countless times to this dream last night, so I'm not surprised when I have dark circles underneath my eyes. After applying what feels like a mountain of makeup, I give up tr

ing through water, I'm so tired. I walk over to the elevators, who cares what awaits me at the top. I

litting headache and I'm trying to sit in the dark before I have to go into the fluorescent lighting again. I sit my coffee on the side

h. However, this one seems worse than my others for some reason, so much so that my head is

not to come in because of the light but it's too late. The lights blast to life making me s

get the words out at the moment, the only thing that I can get out is "the lights." I whisper as a wave of pain engulfs me; I can't even sit up to drink my coffee. I think that is w

the drawers finding the one I'm looking for I pull out a notebook and pencil writing it out instead. I've had a lot of

ok up. I feel a hand gently rest on my shoulder and suddenly the pain fades just eno

an't take anything for it. I don't know why this one is any different, the only thing that's different is sleep. That has never bothered my head before like this." I say, hoping that I can move this blanket enoug

d are you feeling

as Saturday, I thought it was Monday. But a

tant, I don't to ma

, I'm the one that should have stayed home." I say and he sighs, and had it n

he file from me. Before I could hide back underneath the blanket, he took it, and I could read by his expression I didn't look to great. "I am fine, I've had headaches like this ever since I was eighteen." I knew he didn't want to believe me but after looking at me for a moment

r behind him the headache

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