I want to go swimming like every friday morning. Eh swimming buddies anyone? I love being the water (as long as it isn't 1.8M and deeper!) Like total bliss, floating there, head in the water, hair under the sky, like I could sleep there and drown.

Friday morning, mum barging in the room, asking, 'Don't you have school today?'

I whisper 'fuck.' My dream vanishes. I'm diving into the pillows trying to bring it back. I'm exhausted. I have dreams which are so surreal but I prefer them to life, I don't know why. I fall back into the subconsious.

I'm in a circus. I'm in a train that leads to nowhere. I'm beside a loved one. I turn around and he is gone. I'm looking for treasure. I'm swimming in a lake.

9am. I wake up. Turn on the teevee and start watching mtv. Friday morning. Bliss. The sun outside, peeking through the window panes. I'm on the sofa, hugging my knees, in darkness, light shining on my face. Nothing. Geri Haliwell video is playing. I wish I could take pictures like that.

Friday morning. And I think I'm happy.

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