I woke up from my afternoon nap. It is already late and it's starting to turn dark. I felt frustrated. I need to go to my high school. It seems as though me and P are in bad terms and that she will be going to the event later at our high school and I need to make it up to her.

The event is a promenade of sorts. Students will go wearing their formal attires and...well I really don't have much information on what distinguishes it from a promenade but the thing is it is not a promenade. Something less than that.

I don't have anything for "packaging" purposes so I immediately fire up the desktop and start lay-outing designs. Something like the V-Day thing and so I conjured up the V-Day thing from my files and used it as a template. Unfortunately, nothing creative entered my mind as the minutes ticked by. I need to hurry up if I don't want to be late.

My mom calls out to me. She tells me my attire is ready. I tell her that, to keep things casual, I'll wear the coat on top of casual attire, that is, shirt and jeans. My time is running out so I decide not to "package" my moment and just do it on the spot.

I start dressing up but something eats my time. I do it very slowly despite my decision not to arrive late. I suddenly realize that I do not want to go to my former high school, that there won't be any event there, prom-like or otherwise. I slump down the floor. The dream ends.