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A pile of processed polaroids sat in a disorganized arrangement atop Eden’s desk, just taken the night before. Images of shadowy shapes illuminated by faint light illustrated the paper surfaces, which you could almost make out to be flowers and blades of grass when you looked long enough. Eden had spent most of her night in the middle of a garden near Wisteria Cottage, taking photos of the flora and foliage. She liked the way that the darkness of night robbed the flowers of their beauty, reducing them to eerie figures in the way her camera lens captured their forms. In a way, Eden felt like the analogy closely represented herself, and as self-absorbed as it sounded, it was likely the reason why she was so engrossed in this particular photography session. Only when the first glimpse of sunlight grazed the flowers again did Eden realize she had been in the fields the entire night, and reluctantly crept back to her room through the window.

Eden hated sleeping, but she went to bed anyway. It was more accurate to say she had a love-hate relationship with the idea of being asleep itself. It was why she always stayed up so late, venturing out of her room after-hours to stay awake despite the fatigue. For as long as she remembered, Eden felt like something bad was going to happen as a result of losing consciousness, of [i]control[/i]. It got better over time, but having the room to herself over the summer definitely helped.

A couple of hours passed. Eden was buried deep within her dark grey comforter and numerous pillows, finally finding rest after her self-inflicted sleep deprivation. Murmurs, voices, outside her door, however, found some success in waking her. Still half asleep, she dug her head underneath the fluffy blanket, and curled into a ball in the upper corner of her bed.

Suddenly, the jangling sound of a door handle interrupted Eden’s attempts to fall back asleep. Surely, she was dreaming. She didn’t have a roommate. Then, the soft thumping of footsteps seemed to get closer and closer. There was a thud of a bag hitting the mattress across the room. 

Eden was awake now. 

She stayed under her covers, wishfully thinking that whoever just walked in would [i]shut up[/i] out of courtesy for their [i]obviously[/i] sleeping roommate. Her thoughts were cut short, ironically, when her new roommate began humming and talking to herself.

Eden had gathered more than enough rage at this point. The unwelcome invader had already made a bad impression in Eden’s eyes, so she had no qualms about doing the same in return.

[color=dfd6ff]“Are you [i]fucking[/i] blind?!”[/color] Eden sprung up from her covers and instinctively hurled a photography book towards the girl, without regard to what, or [i]who[/i] it struck. She mustered up the intensity of a thousand suns in the sharp glare she directed towards the girl. [color=dfd6ff]“SHUT the FUCK up, for god’s sake. UGHH!”[/color] She knew there wasn’t really a chance that she’d fall back asleep again, but sank back into her covers again. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and unplugged it, turning the screen on to check the time. [color=dfd6ff][i]It’s barely 8AM. I slept for 2 hours. Great.[/i][/color]

Eden groaned as she rubbed her hands over her face, as if wiping the drowsiness away. She turned her head and finally got a good look at the girl who she was going to be living with for the foreseeable future—a pretty girl with long brown hair that cascaded down in voluminous waves. Unfamiliar, though. A short pause lingered as Eden’s initial anger began to dissipate, and she was eventually calm enough to address the situation she had been placed in. The nonchalant way in which she spoke after seemed almost robotic, greatly juxtaposed from her previous intense rage. [color=dfd6ff]“So, what are you? New to the academy?”[/color]