Even before I open my eyes I know where I am.
I can hear it, I can feel it and I can even smell it. The sunlight is bathing me but I still feel enough cold falling on me from the window to stay wrapped in my thick heavy comforter. I roll, and hit the side of the futon. I never quite fit in the nook, but it always kept me company that way.
Speaking of company, the predictable sounds of scrambling and squeeking chime in above me... the squirrels upstairs are at it again. I roll again and open my eyes slowly... Everything is so comfortable.
For a very long second, I am waking up from a dream. I have a month left of school, and within the next 5 minutes I am going to remember my schedule for the day, full of climbing, swimming, library hours and most likely a visit to the market to start it all off, if its not too late.
For a very long second I mull over the details of my dream, the trip out west, living in canmore, discovering myself, hitch hiking, kayaking, climbing, living in toronto... all a dream.
I take a deep breathe and notice the comforter is not mine and the posters have changed.
I stretch my toes and roll again burrowing deeper into the covers, trying so hard to go back into my dreams.
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