Feb 7th isn't a day to remember.

There are certain days you'll always remember, always keep in the back of your mind.
One's with tons of laughter, and your friends all around you;
and other days full of tears, and stupid boys who really didn't break your heart,
we just say they do to make them feel bad.
And there are days where it rains,
days where you close your eyes and wish things could be different,
and really;
nothing happens.
You don't remember these days,
and you don't even try too.
On those days I tell stories, but do I make them up?

My eyes slowly make their way open, enough to see the sun shinning through my blinds. I wasn't squinting, because that would have taken too much effort for my tired body, but I could only see a sideways line of my room. I think to myself if I want to remember today;
I don't.
Today doesn't matter.

So, I try to fall back to sleep, with the hot sun on my face, just too tired to get up and shut the blinds. Too tired to move. Too tired to look at my clock, and see what time it is. Too tired to get up for work. Too tired to care that my cat is clawing at the door.
Too tired to look over at the girl sitting on the edge of my bed...

My eyes jerk open.
I scan the room, looking for the girl. I must have been dreaming. Odd.

TO BE CONTINUED...