It was night.
It was night. I dreamed of Ateneo, of creeping on campus, finding places to hide and make out with a boy whose face I can't remember. It was night. I dreamed of a dense forest with tall pine trees that chased me, bowing down to the sea of fallen leaves and doing strange cartwheels in their pursuit. It was night. I dreamed of running away, to a party in the middle of nowhere. I dreamed I stayed up all night, even though I was asleep.