July 2nd

My hands are small and my legs are not as long as my dad's. Dad is talking to Mom, laughing about something with her. They look happy. I smile. I call out to them but they don't hear me. So I call them again, louder each time until their heads whirl around. I smile at them. They smile back at me. I run up to them.

They stop and stare.

I look into the mirror that appeared out of nowhere. My reflection is me with bigger hands and my height slightly towering over my dad's. I look back at my parents but they were glaring at me now. I try to talk to them but they only shout things back at me. They begin to walk away. I run until my lungs burn to reach them. But their silhouettes keep getting smaller and smaller, blending in with the dark. The background fades to black along with their retreating shadows. No.

No.  

No no no No!

Don't leave me please. I scream. My shrilled voice sound pathetic even in my own ears.

Don't leave. I cry out.

Please. I plead.

I didn’t remember sleeping again. I remember pieces of memories of waking up and crying, but the rest was dissolved over my head. I thought I slept on the couch last night but apparently I was back in my bed. My eyes felt swollen like the times I woke up from crying heavily. Oh man. Taemin was here yesterday, did he leave last night? Or was he here and witnessed me crying again? Jesus, how many times does he need to see me being such a wuss? Plus, did I walk back into my own bed unconsciously? Or did he tuck me to sleep?

Frustrations pent up inside me as I struggle to form proper memories of last night. I was better at forgetting.

The sounds lead my feet towards the kitchen. Taemin was performing some witchcraft with pans and kitchen utensils. Or also known as cooking but he looks more clueless than actually making food. He gasped and jumped back when he saw me. "Hey! You're up!" he exclaimed and quickly flipped the panca