Last night, I had a dream.
I dreamed that I was actually lying asleep in my old bed, at a house I haven't lived in for 6 years. I was still living at home with my parents. My room smelled of Clean Linen from the air freshener plugged in my wall. I had an air freshener spray can that I used as well to emphasize the scent. My walls were bare, unpainted, because we never put the time or money into it. My bed was one that had come furnished with the house. My room was vaguely personalized, but more so, it was simply a place for me to sleep.
I can still feel myself lying there, 17 years old. I would be getting braces soon. I would meet many peop