me, you, and the end of the world.
I was dreaming about the end of the world again. Actually scary dreams, but when I woke up in the morning I was at a loss as to what could be so scary about hiding on top of a candy machine with Chloe, Liz, and some guy from high school who I haven’t seen in years. Chloe thought we should let the guy hide with us, because he had helped put the air mattress on top, and I kind of agreed, but thought his presence would probably mean that “they” would find us. Liz was adamant that he would not come up. She was the kind of person, at least in my dreams, who probably survives the end of the world, while the rest of us are sitting there wondering if it’s rude not to let Brett Perkins sit on our air mattress.
There is such a big difference between that and this.