The Briskness of the Future

The morning air was brisk, but I couldn't care less. I stepped out of my dorm building, my senses barely registering the scent of dew and freshly-cut grass. The sun was still low in the sky, casting long shadows across the empty school grounds. Sure, it was a bit chilly, but I had bigger fish to fry.

As I made my way towards the main building, I couldn't help but feel a little amused by the nagging sense of unease that had settled in my chest. The memories of last night's dream still lingered like some pathetic, melodramatic shadow over my mood. But hey, at least it provided some entertainment.

The school day was a blur of lectures, notes, and assignments, the hours ticking by slowly as I struggled to pretend to care about my studies. My thoughts kept drifting back to the dream, to the violence and anger that had consumed me. It was odd, but also kind of funny in a twisted way.