Last night you dreamt of Hitoshi. It was a sweet dream, one that left you wishing it was real, yet you sadly awoke in your bed alone. Sometimes you wonder why you dream of such a boy; maybe it’s cause he’s your best friend. You’re unsure.

In your dream, you and Hitoshi were doing your laundry together. It was sweet, being able to spend time with him like that. The two of you were humming the same song, Hitoshi occasionally singing the same lyrics as the two of you happily folded laundry. As you remember, he looked like a complete and utter doofus, which is pretty accurate, cause he is a doofus.

Despite the happiness of the dream, you awoke saddened because it never actually happened. It’s a bittersweet memory of a nice dream, one you can only wish to actually happen with him and not just in your mind as you sleep. You wonder if he dreams of you, too.

With a huff of both sadness and frustration, you pull the blankets off of your warm body, shivering when the cool air outside hits your skin. It’s Sunday, your laundry day, and you have a lot of uniforms to get cleaned. You hate doing your laundry, but no one else will do it for you, and if you want to have uniforms to wear to class, you need to wash them.

You stretch as you step out of bed, putting on casual clothes and collecting the mess of dirty uniforms to clean. After gathering all of the clothes, you step out of your dorm, a small sigh escaping your lips as you walk through the halls. And you couldn't even hum that same stupid song with Hitoshi because he always washes his uniforms the day before you. This must be a cruel joke.