A large room; beige. A huge bed in the middle.

Who was I kissing? Soft lips, belonging to a tall lanky guy.

N and her family live in the next room.

Y and M don't like him and tells him so. Don't mess around. He goes away; I try to stop him, but he's too quick.

Running home, sprinting, through hurdles of hills. Flying over them, almost. It feels so good to move my legs and feel the wind brush past my body. [In my dreams I forget the exploding sensation in my lungs]