THE
D ORM
The sun is muted In the north. When
the light trickles through the lacy gray
morning, it stirs up dust motes and urg-
es you towards the day's beginnings.
The bed frame creaks as you stretch
your arms above your head, and you
catch the pitter-patter of feet in the hall
as someone heads off to class. An arm's
length away, your roommate's breaths
puff out in the relative quiet, their blan-
kets tucked beneath their chin and
their face serene. You roll back in the co-
cooning warmth and stare contentedly
through your window screen.