A/N: True story. Dreams are crazy, fam


The Groundskeeper

.

My dreams are changing—

.

No longer a Wanderer

GPS-glitching through cities

Nor a Delinquent

skipping classes I haven't been

enrolled in in years

.

I've become a Groundskeeper

leading hardhat inspectors

around the mall I made

from all the malls in my memory

.

And now carrying the keys

to the dangerous animals

cages in the zoo / natural

history museum / evil

science lab

.

My dreamscapes repeat

more often than not

I know them more intimately

than any of the other characters

walking around in my sleep

.

And I think they've caught on to it

So now I'm being held responsible

for the upkeep


A/N: No seriously the characters in my dreams have figured out who I am and it's gotten weird.