What day is it? 

Oh yeah. It’s Wednesday, and I’m in bed when I should already be at school by now.

“Ghh…”

Rubbing my head as if I just had a throbbing headache, I sit up on the edge of my bed trying to remember what happened the day before, and why it feels like my brain is twisting itself into another dimension.

Instead of doing what I had intended, it only worsened it.

“Ow…”

Upon realizing that thinking about it hurts, I attempt to think about something else, something random. But it only yielded the same result.

I suppose having my mind cleared is the only option for now,...