I am hoping a fresh point of view with the knowledge of fashion in these times would make the feeling that I seem to be outdated in some of the clothes that I picked out for myself when I first arrived here.
It's been a little over a week and I still wake in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Hoping this is all a dream, and that I am back at the compound base.
But if this is a dream I don't wish to wake up. Because Steve he is here and I can't bear losing him a second time.