The day had not gone well at all. Having my freaky-deaky dreams at night was more than enough. The last thing I needed was to have them during the day. Even after Cooper’s class, I kept on having weird images pop into my head as I walked across campus. I managed to survive my Composition and Introduction to Psychology classes. Barely. For some odd reason, I couldn’t get my mind off of Cooper. It was infuriating. Flipping onto my back, I gazed at the fishnet-laced ceiling. I had an essay to write and five chapters to read for psychology. I was tired and hungry because I didn’t want to spend what little cash I had left on a ten-dollar sandwich. And I still didn’t have a job. I thought about the bottle of pills I had in my nightstand drawer and sighed. Greg was right. I was going to have to start taking them again. “Nicole! Is that you?” “Yeah.” Pulling myself up, I headed to the kitchen.
