Song memory
November19
another song memory..
It’s dusk, my first college roomate and I are sitting in our dormroom, in Morrow. She’s put in her Don’t cry for me argentina music. I think I’m studying on the old red berber carpet, she’s sitting at her desk, our bunks are lofted over our heads. A light I clipped underneath mine has a comfy glow, and we’re mostly quiet.
Some nights, when she’s upset, she paints all the nails she has, and starts on mine. We never really clicked, but she was nice.
oh, nostalgia… were things really simpler my first semester at college?
No, I don’t mind used items, surprise me!