"Hello? Hello?! HELLO?!" I frantically shout through my telephone, shaking it, holding it up higher, anything to get a better signal.
"Naya!! You're breaking up on me!" I hear scattered words though heavy static.
"...I...you can...if you want to..." She breaks off. Great. No signal. I'll never know what she has to say. I look up, the hot sun, blazing down, sweat dripping off my forehead.
"Why am I even in the desert to behind wi-" is start. Off in the distance, a figure, just recognizable, stands in the distance.
"NAYA!" I shout, every ounce of energy in my body ready to catch her. As I run forward, though, she never seems to get any closer. In fact, the more I run, the farther away she gets. Soon I feel my foot get caught in a root in the sandy ground, and I begin to fall. I jerk my body awake as I fall to the floor off my bed.
Shaking my head, disappointed in my childish self, I pull myself into my bed and attempt to sleep once again.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
How to be a Bisexual Sprout
ŞiirWhy? I'm going to warn you right now. This book slowly evolves into a poetry book. Calm down. It's not gonna hurt you. Much.
