My Cardboard Balcony

I'm at my fiancée's parents' place because tomorrow is my fiancée's best friend's wedding, and apparently it's going to be beautiful, but it hasn't happened yet, so I can't talk about it, and I'm tired, anyway, since it's been a long week and I started student observation for the high school I'm student teaching at and it's gonna be cool but so stressful and nervewracking and ahhhh I'm going to sleep and focus on having a good time at the wedding. Storyteller's already written and will automatically be posted tomorrow evening. Broke my own rules a bit. Because I can. I have that right. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone. I promise that next Friday, I'll provide more details about all the crazy stuff that's been happening in my life as of late.

Hallucinations by Belinda Roddie I haven't slept since last Saturday. Everything is so sparkly.

The bathroom stall was occupied, but the person inside didn't seem to be stirring. He didn't seem to be breathing, actually. I was too nervous to check on him, but I was also aching to take a leak. I hovered by the sink, continually turning the water on and off in the faucet to see if he'd respond. Nothing. "Dude," I whispered. No answer. "Dude!" I exclaimed, only a little louder. "Are you okay?" Not even an exhale.