With a heavy heart

The day wasn't as dry as the previous days judging by the moisture still present on my lips.

A cool breeze blew the curtains recently hung on the windows, gently, cooling my face. Smiling into my pillow, I adjusted my sleeping position slightly.

All was right in the world.

Until the memories came flooding back. 

"Oh shit, here we go again," I muttered as I pushed myself off the bed and began the short but torturous climb down my bunk bed.

Returning to school three days before the official resumption date was a medium of escape from my own emotions.

It took a lot of lies, persuasion, and coercion to convince my parents to let me resume school early.

I couldn't possibly tell them that Lagos was particularly suffocating to me because my mind was swamped with thoughts of one Yoruba boy.

So, I informed them that medical students from year one were required to resume a few days before the official resumption.