OOM: Denial
Hannah still isn't used to waking up here. There's always a minute at first when she's happy, then confused, and then remembers where she is and why.
"Hey, sleepyhead," says her roommate Hilary, in that annoyingly cheerful way she has. "I was just about to wake you up. You're gonna miss dinner."
"I'm not hungry," says Hannah automatically.
Hilary looks at her. "You okay?"
"Yeah," says Hannah. "Just had odd dreams."
"Like nightmares?"
Yes. "No. Just odd. There was a bar in the middle of the school."
Hilary laughs. "This school? Yeah, right."
Hannah tries to smile. "Yeah, tell me about it."
"Come to dinner," says Hilary. "You can tell me all about your bar in the school."
Hannah shrugs. "All right." She sits up, flipping over her pillow over to hide still-damp spot from her crying.
Just a dream, right?
"Hey, sleepyhead," says her roommate Hilary, in that annoyingly cheerful way she has. "I was just about to wake you up. You're gonna miss dinner."
"I'm not hungry," says Hannah automatically.
Hilary looks at her. "You okay?"
"Yeah," says Hannah. "Just had odd dreams."
"Like nightmares?"
Yes. "No. Just odd. There was a bar in the middle of the school."
Hilary laughs. "This school? Yeah, right."
Hannah tries to smile. "Yeah, tell me about it."
"Come to dinner," says Hilary. "You can tell me all about your bar in the school."
Hannah shrugs. "All right." She sits up, flipping over her pillow over to hide still-damp spot from her crying.
Just a dream, right?