It's in my dreams that I see her. The same dream repeated. Repeated night after night. We have never met in the real world but I know if we did. If I ever met her I would die for her.

Once again I wake up in my bed. A morning-glory to be proud of and a bladder fuller than a water bomb. My alarm clock is still beeping. As I jump out of bed I knock it off.

Breakfast is a slice of toast grabbed as I run out of the door. Calling back to my parents as I'm out and running for the bus. One day I will be up early enough...