I gave myself a good seven days without the blue pill before I decided to stop taking another. So far, no one seemed to notice. In the evening I went to bed the same time I always had—right after taking my other pills—and I lay still beneath the sheets, forcing my vitals to slow down, keeping my eyes shut so the lights wouldn’t click back on. In the morning, I lingered in my dreams, refusing to let the day in until the chimes told me I could wake without incident.
Each night, I dreamed of Kyer. I didn’t remember all the dreams, but I remembered the way they made me feel upon waking. Loved. In love. Alive.
The more I dreamed of him, the more I wanted to spend time with him while awake. We saw each other in class, of course, and rode the monorail Up every morning and back down again in the
