As I adjusted my running posture, I reflected on the past few weeks' experiences.
Turns out, there isn't much to recall.
What the hell had I been up to these past couple of weeks? Apart from attending classes, there was nothing else.
Among eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping, the only thing I truly did was sleep.
And heaps of it, too.
Often, Elise and I would suddenly fall asleep in the middle of a conversation, our heads hitting the table.
Scenes of class periods seemed blurry, as if they were pixelated.
The classroom content and the teachers who taught it had all become distorted.
One moment they looked like humans, the next, anything but.
First, they sound real, then like a buzzing electrical current.
Strange things were going on, and I had no clue what.
Elise's running speed kept increasing, the wind howling in my ears.
Sensing something was off, I looked down only to find myself running in the sky.
