Friday, March 09, 2007

slow afternoons.
quiet.
snoring cleaners in the toilet.
everyone's doors closed, away at lectures or sleeping.
the soft (which is very unusual, trust me) sounds of Damien Rice from my laptop playing.
this heat of the weather. and having to squint at anything outside.
the still and welcoming darkness down the corridoor.

blinds down, music off, doors locked.
it's time to sleep.

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