Keith and I went to Alaska last night. It was blissful and sunny. Summer actually. We went fishing every morning, took rambles in the woods, went bird watching. We lived in a cabin far away from thesis projects, midterms, and smog. I hung homemade curtains in our little windows. We had a red canoe. I was sitting peacefully on our porch in my wooden rocking chair draped with moose fur when Keith shook my shoulder and said it was time to go.
"What are we doing?" I grumbled in confusion.
"It's time to go to the gym" he replied.
Reality roughly snatched me from my sunny porch and threw me in a dark room surrounded by cinder block. Oh cruel world.