The sound echoed around the room, with a futile sort-of feel to it. My hand moved to meet the glass again.

'Tap. Tap. Tap.'

I waited there, expecting his face to reappear once again. 'C'mon... Answer me...' I muttered to myself. I looked down to the floor. 'I'm an idiot. Did I really think it would work? Did I acually think that dumb dream was real?' No reply. My stomach felt awful. Whether this was due to my own stupitdity or lack of food, I could not tell. I feel tears starting to form in my eyes. 'Where...' They begin to roll down my cheeks. 'Where are you...?' I felt so stupid... Crying over something so trivial, a person I probably never actually met. I inhaled and exhaled slowly as I dried my eyes. 'I... I need to get ready for school, not cry in front of a mirror...' I croaked softly. My stomach growled. Huh. I guess I was hungry after all. I ambled into the kitchen, with the idea of simple toast sounding quite appealing. I placed two slices of bread inside the toaster As I stood waiting, a song began to flood my mind. I couldn't believe I sstill remembered it after all of those years... I started to hum and sing the words that matched the tune.

'Tout cela n'a aucun sens, Dès le début de mon existence, Il n'est plus temps de fuir, mais d'attendre la sentence... '

My singing was interupted by toast popping up, making me jump a little. I snagged it and skipped back to my room, in a much better mood than before... Toast fixes everything.

#ASFTM