Dreams
Celeste's POV
The clock on my laptop read 9:07 PM, and for a while I just stared at it, as if the glowing numbers could explain why everything felt so heavy.
Downstairs, my parents were arguing again. Not the loud kind, nor the kind that made people slam doors or throw words they couldn't take back. Somehow, those fights were easier to survive because at least they ended, this was different.
Their voices carried the exhaustion of a conversation they had already repeated too many times. Tuition. Bills. Responsibility. Sacrifice. The future. The same words, reshuffled into the same wounds.
I tried focusing on the group project open on my laptop. The deadline was approaching, and despite having three other groupmates, most of the work still sat on my shoulders. A half-finished pa
