I can't believe I have to write another college application! I sighed in exasperation. My fingers were numbed from how cold it was in my basement study. The small electric heater blared noisily in the background and I slitted my eyes as I felt a migraine creep up over me. The paper was clean, white and blank before me. I loved the feel of new paper, smooth and cool to touch. It smelled nice too, like wood chips and salt. I began to drift off to sleep before I even realized it. Slipping off into a dream...
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