I spent that last day before seeing Aaron in my room the whole time. I was trying to figure at a way not to die from anxiety. I decided sleeping was the best way. Your mind is blank when you're sleeping. You're alone in your own world, where nothing can go wrong, and nothing can hurt you. You are emotionless. I stayed that way if my mom hadn't come in and woken me up.
"Dawn?"
"What?" I moaned rolling over to face her. I squinted as she turned on the lights.
"Just checking on you. You've been in your room all day. Is something wrong?"
"Nah, I'm just tired from the trip. Turn off the light, please."
After she left, shutting the door queitly behind her, I couldn't get back to sleep. I spent two hours staring at the cieling before I finally drifted off to sleep. During those two hours I thought about Aaron. It seemed like he was perfect. The kiss didn't make any sense to me at all. Why would he ever like me? I didn't deserve him.
I thought about all the times we laughed together on the trip. Looking back, they weren't as hysterical as we made them seem, but it was still fun. I wondered how I could have ever lived before these good times. It didn't seem possible. It would be even worse to lose it. Everything was, and still is, so confusing. I couldn't make sense of anything.
Those were only some of the many questions going through my head that day, but time does go faster when you actually have things to think about, or something to do.
