Riley
I had strange dreams that night. Not nightmares for once so I really couldn’t complain, but the strangeness was what had me reeling. They were the kind where you knew you were dreaming on some conscious level, but you’re not conscious enough to realize this yet but it still leaves you comfortable because somehow you know it's safe.
I was back in high school. I don’t remember which one it was, and the more I think about it I remember the building actually being one of my middle schools. It was the newest building with a smooth and updated paint job of whites and reds, and the school colors of maroon and blue. The mascot had been a Huskey with an adorable painted cartoon image on the walls of him in the team’s football gear. The lockers were maroon and went well with the white walls
