Day #2

I crawl out of bed and rub my temple. Just what had I just been dreaming about? It feels like I've been asleep forever. But, through the morning haze, a thought calls out to me. The Earlamier Comet. I'd made a wish. I'd made a wish.

The thought bats around inside my brain over and over like a Katy Perry song. Nothing is going to change unless I do it myself. I think it while brushing my teeth. I think it while throwing on my clothes. Nothing is going to change.

"Everything alright, John?" My father asks across the breakfast table.

"Huh?"

"I asked if everything was alright. You're totally out of it." He gives me a concerned look. My mother is in the other room preparing for work.

"Yeah, it's just..." What should I say here? That I need to change my entire life? That I'm horny and bored and I don't know what to do?

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