I woke in bed to see the day had broken. It was finally Monday, and a part of me wished this day wouldn't come because I knew what it meant. Monday meant returning to our normal lives. This life, although brief, felt more real than anything I've ever experienced in all my twenty-one years of existence. It made sense why I didn't want to let it go.

Even the best of things has an end, I've been told, and this would not be any different. I had to prepare myself to get back to my real ...