A loud crash caused me to jump. My laptop was on the floor, and I was at my desk. My heart was in my throat, and my pulse roared in my ears. Eyes wide, I jerked my head toward the window. Closed.
Then I turned toward my bed. Empty.
I slapped my hand over my neck, a headache building in my temples. I'd been dreaming. Again. And they were getting more frequent, more intense. I needed some serious help.
Picking up my laptop from the floor, I gave up on trying to do homework. I changed into my pajamas, climbed beneath my covers, and sent a message to Trent.
Me: I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY.
Trent: I MISS YOU, TOO. YOU SHOULD SNEAK OUT TO SEE ME.
Me: I'M NOT SNEAKING OUT.
Trent: WHY NOT? YOU'RE GOOD AT IT. He included a winking emoji.
I laughed. He did not seriously just say that to me. I typed a reply.
Me: JERK. I followed that with an emoji with its tongue sticking out.
Trent: THEN I'LL SNEAK OVER AND SEE YOU.