Hunkering down in a theater with smuggled candy, giggling over vampires with my friends.
Sleeping in my old bedroom. Eating dinner every night with my parents. Driving a pickup that slides around every snowy corner, just like before.
Catching up with high school friends. Feeling giddy about the future. The stories I'm working on keep me up at night, make me forget to eat lunch. Sort of like being in love.
What year is this again?
Except it's different. Better.