A dream

She was following me. I turned the corner, passed two classrooms: Creative writing and creative reading. One of those was hers. I turned around and started walking backwards. My room was next, but I didn't want to miss her.

She turned the corner, saw me and said in a low, familiar voice,

"Hey".

"Hey." I replied.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Just a kid."

"That's it? No perfectly arranged setlist with "Time of Your Life"?"

'No.' I thought, waking up with the song in my head.