Marietta
For some time now, my life has been slow, steady, and easier. I would be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the peace and quiet. I forced my eyelids open at the alarm clock. Groaning, dissatisfied, I had to wake up before 7:00 a.m. I had a morning class before 9:00 a.m. to prepare for.
This week after moving in wasn't as bad as I assumed it to be. I particularly loved Galen's old room. At night, I switched on the dim night lights, watching the little jet atop his ceiling move slowly in steady circular motions. The shadows are impressive. I barely knew when my anxiety about sleeping alone disappeared.
Throwing the thick duvet off me, I pursed my lips, dissatisfied at the books sharing my bed with me.
A stale cup of coffee from last night stared back at me.
I stood up from the
