But the thing about Adderall is that it doesn’t take naps, and like an internal alarm clock, it would shake Rae awake with a beaded layer of perspiration on his brow. Like always, he dreamt of Selena, just like he had been for the past five years. It was not a wet dream, never a wet dream. She didn’t suck him off or anything. No, no, nothing like that. It was all very civilized. Very decent. This time he awoke with the faintest recollection of eggs. The eggs were of all shapes, sizes, colors and materials. They were falling, falling all around him. He would extend his hands to grasp them, but they would slip through his fingers, or hover just out of reach. Selena was beside him, mumbling something about a ring. Rae couldn’t make out what she was saying. She wasn’t enunciating well and her accent sounded oddly foreign. Was that British English she was speaking? Rae turn to face her, to ask her to repeat herself, but it was too late. It was always too late. Selena was gone and Rae woke up with a racing heart and that sickening, yet all too familiar feeling, that he had received and lost an infinite thing.
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