>Exhaustion rears it's head. Pulling all-nighters with Amber and then turning right around and working with highschoolers is running me dry. Anon, the saint, has done all he can. Days off, sitters the works but I'm still just barely scraping by.
>I lay awake as I hear Anon putting her to bed. I can't bring myself to sleep while I know she's awake. Regardless of whether I know Anon is in there or not. Maternal instincts are a bitch. Reminds me I need to apologize to mom ten times over.
>I hear the silence come on and my body finally lets go. I'm out the instant it happens.
>Fever dreams have been tormenting me lately. Dreams of Amber getting sick or hurt. Anon being pulled away from me. Nightmares, really. I don't particularly fall into one this time, just a gentle blackness.
>I'm shocked up as I hear Amber stir, a quiet whine through the baby monitor. I dart over to the door, glancing back to see the sleeping body of my husband. I open the door and borderline sprint next door to her small room.
>I open the door and blink as sunlight strikes my eyes. Sunlight? It's the middle of the night!
>My eyes clear and I find myself standing back in highschool. Ah, nightmare it is. I sigh and relax a bit. At least Amber's fine.
>This scene's odd, however. Nothing I recognize. I'm at the entrance to school, early. The only time I ever stooped low enough to show early was for punishments. Must be that, then.
>I step forward and take feel that my bag is noticeably heavier than usual. Odd.
>I make my way to the principals but my feet refuse to continue as I pass by a classroom. I feel myself stop. I shred of panic flits across me as I can't control my actions. It's a dream. I'll be fine. No nightmare can hurt me.
>I find myself taking my bag off my shoulder as I open the door. Right this is Naser's first period room. Was.
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