Freya realized that Rosalind had finished talking and awkwardly got up.
"Oh, well. I'm going to get ready for... bed. Um, have a good read!" she hopped in place then went to the bathroom. That's when the humming started.
It was the same chorus to the same song over and over again. She would have stopped if she could remember the rest of the song, but since she couldn't, she just repeated the part she knew. She hummed it while she took her shower, while she brushed her teeth, while she dried her hair, and while she changed into her pajamas. Once she got in bed she took out her Iphone, then played the song several times. Oh! That's the part I was missing, she thought to herself while humming along to the chorus... again. Then she turned out her light.
"Goodnight, Rosie!" she whispered over to the bed across the room before falling asleep.
Nate got to his class within seconds of it starting. He sat in the front so he'd have a good view of the board. There were 18 people in his class, some of them were asleep, but most of them seemed to have all of the energy in the world. Mr. Mathews, the English teacher for both the day class and the night class, walked in, setting his brief case on the desk.
"Alright, nightowls. You'd better stay awake for my class or i'll put you back in day care- i mean day classes," he joked. After that, Nate spaced out.
Rosalind. Where have I seen her before? And why the sudden dream? ...I need to see her again. He rested his head on his hands.
"Foster? Don't tell me you're falling asleep. Come on, you're my last strand of hope for your generation," Mr. Mathews stated with a grin. Nate glanced up,
"Of course I'm not. Who would ever think of falling asleep in your, glorious presence, Mr. Mathews," he replied, leaning back in his chair.
"Oh good, I'd like to see your notes at the end of class," the teacher smirked, turning back to the board.
Nate looked down at his notes.
Well, shit. He sighed to himself seeing his empty notebook.