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“It’s Tuesday, Tuesday, Tuesday! You’re not dreaming, or uh, you’re not dreaming anymore. We have your back at 7AM on Sky Radio! It’s a wonderful day, the sun is shining, birds are singing, and I’m yapping up a storm just to make sure you stay awake!”
Jeremie groaned as his hand reached over towards his glasses. He sat up and slid them right on, then reached over to the chirping alarm clock to shut it up.
The silence hit his room, but he stood up and grabbed his toiletries. First, a shower, then he can finish getting ready for today. As the radio said, today would be a good day.
He fetched his towel and scurried out of his room. Immediately, Ulrich slid into a walk with him. “Did you get enough sleep today?” He asked.
“Of course.” Jeremie smiled. “It’s been quite shaky, but I think I’ve got it under control.”
Ulrich sighed. “Good. At least you’re fixing your sleep schedule. I don’t think Odd’s got it in him to do that.”
“Did he stay up playing video games all night again?”
“Yeah.” The brunet snorted as they went into the dorm bathroom. “He said he had artist’s block and decided that playing games would fix that.”
Jeremie raised an eyebrow. “Well, did it?”
Ulrich rolled his eyes. “Doubt it.”
The venture to the cafeteria was quite harmless. His laptop sat quietly in his bag as he sauntered in by himself. Jeremie’s smile picked up as he saw Aelita sitting at the table. “Hey, Aelita!” He happily greeted.
She smiled. “Hello Jeremie.” She picked up her croissant. “Do you want any of mine, or do you feel like eating today?”
“No worries Aelita, I plan to eat today.”
Aelita hummed. “Too bad for Odd. He won’t be getting any seconds today.”
Jeremie chuckled as he took off and entered the line. It wasn’t too big for a Tuesday. Though most breakfasts went by pretty quickly. Most students either skipped or grabbed food from off campus before classes started.
He returned back to the group’s usual table and sat down with his tray. He swirled the hot chocolate in his cup and blew softly, then took a small sip. It went down smoothly, though he put it back on the table all the same.
“Jeremie…”
He looked over at the pinkette. “What is it, Aelita?”
“You have to go back, Jeremie.”
His fingers squeezed the cup. “I don’t know what you mean by that, Aelita.”
She glanced at him sadly. “You and I both know, Jeremie. We can’t keep playing pretend forever.”
“I’m not ready yet.” He tried.
“You’re doing better.” She said. “That’s quite a feat, now, isn’t it?”
Jeremie shook his head. “That doesn’t mean much and you know that. Just a little longer, please?”
Aelita looked out the window and took in the soft glow of the morning light. “You’re only prolonging the inevitable, Jeremie.”