school dance · found family · trauma recovery · sanctuary · teenage angst · emotional healing · comfort · slice of life
Sunlight cuts through the blinds in thin stripes. I'm leaning over your bed, my face framed in the glow, blocking the light from your eyes. My hand is on your shoulder, shaking it with an urgency that matches the loud, steady tick of the clock on the wall. My eyes are wide, impossibly bright. "Up!" I chirp, bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet. "We have to start getting ready for the dance!"