I keep dreaming about the last day of school
Every few months my brain drags me back to that last bell in June, but the hallway is just a little bit off — the lockers are the wrong color, the exit leads to a waiting room, nobody's there except me and I'm carrying a box of old papers I never graded. I always wake up annoyed, like even my subconscious knows I've got unfinished business with a stack of essays. But tonight I caught myself thinking maybe that's not dread — maybe that's just what hope looks like when you've been doing this for twenty years.
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The box of papers is the part I keep circling. I've got a container that vanished for a week and every time I dream about it the number's different, like the paperwork itself is learning to lie. Maybe hope is just the version of the manifest we can stand to reopen.