Printing math requirements.

The hum of the printer, monotonous, disturbing the relative silence of quickly closing doors, soft rustling of paper, rush of cars outside my window.

The rain is pounding on the windowsill.

I have a vague desire to go out tonight, but with who?

College is not quite what I expected. I imagine it would be better...never mind. It's not prudent to forever fantasize.

My locket clicks between my fingers, open and closed, small like a hinged egg. The clock on the nightstand seems to stare unfeelingly away as it ticks, ticks away inescapable seconds and minutes and hours.

There are books piled eveywhere, some that I have not yet finished. It is too cold, too cold for the warm, wet night.

I lie in bed and wish I had a warm body to curl next to.