It’s funny how things seem so different in the full light of day. When I awoke
The next morning, the girls on my floor were already moving back and forth from
the showers to their rooms. Every male company had quietly departed, except my
guy, who reluctantly left once I shooed him out after demonstrating I was all
right. I assured him that whatever illness I suffered from the night before had left
me completely. Surely the frantic scamper around my dorm room to gather my
Shampoo, soap, and toothpaste helped sell the notion I was fine.
Tyreen had just returned to our room when I finished my shower. She was
already dressed in jeans and her favorite beige pullover for class, and apparently
waiting on my butt to get ready so we could eat breakfast together. Like the
The night before,
