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[indent][indent][indent][color=lightgray]Billie hadn’t been able to sleep worth a shit since coming to San Agustin. Rather it was the overall vibe, or just being in a new place, she didn’t know. Hot showers, music, thunderstorms… nothing helped. When she [i]did[/i] get to sleep, it only lasted a few hours before she was woken by the same repetitive dream. 

That same girl, same smile. Same [i]fucking[/i] house. Same stupid pancakes. It was a strange dream. Comforting and familiar somehow. But when the girl looked at Billie, her pulse quickened. There was nothing scary about the face. It was human. Pretty, even. Warm coffee eyes, strong jawline and smooth, cream skin. But still everytime Billie saw the face in her dreams she woke up breathing heavily in the middle of a cold sweat. 

Last nights dream was different though. 

Same strange girl, but… Nick was there. They were all dancing in what appeared to be a gym. There was another man and woman this time, who appeared to be in their forties. Nick, the no named young woman and the adults all seem to know each other. They were making plans to go to breakfast after this. Billie was the outsider. As her body moved to the beat of the music, unable to stop dancing, she tried to figure out where she was to no avail. It wasn’t until the instructor called it quits and the older man went to hug Billie that she woke up. 

[i]Smack.[/i] 

Face down on the ground and tangled in her blankets on her bedroom floor was how the young woman woke this morning. Rolling over, staring at the ceiling as the sun rose, Billie tried to catch her breath. What were these dreams? Who were these people? Why was Nick showing up now? Her six-thirty alarm going off with an annoying beeping, Billie groaned as she reached up on her bedside table to grab her phone. Shutting off the alarm, the dark haired girl opened her contacts and sent her brother a message. 

[quote]Weird dream again. Meet me at the cafeteria?[/quote] 

Laying on the floor to gather her thoughts for just a few more minutes, Billie finally got up and tossed her blankets back on the bed before gathering her things to take a shower. Settling for a simple outfit today, she went light on her makeup and dressed comfy in [url=https://select.solarnet.app/files/gallery/5216/expanded_medium/gallery_model_GuLOvB39cFVf.JPG]a black romper and her favorite Adidas jacket.[/url] 

Not in a hurry to get the day started, she took extra time blow drying her hair. Not being able to delay any longer, she made her way to the cafeteria before ordering her first meal of the day. A bowl of oatmeal with strawberries and blueberries, a side of bacon, and some toast. Walking to an empty table, Billie recognized a few familiar faces, but none of them were her brothers. Sighing as she sat down her tray, the young woman rolled her eyes as she sat down. 

[color=93E9BE] “Good [i]fucking[/i] morning, Vietnam.”[/color][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]