September 23, 2014

I had just gotten out of bed and was heading for breakfast. I had not finished the homework due for the day nor had I done the reading very thoroughly. The homework itself concerned something about the morphological analysis of the Japanese language. A girl caught up to me, claiming that she didn’t understand the reading (or rather “didn’t learn anything”) and only remembered that the author’s last name was Lester.

I went back to my room to retrieve something and passed by my roommate’s room. His room key was on a long key chain set on top of his mini fridge. The room was dark and his bed had reddish tones of a regal variety.