My head is full of clouds—dark gray and pushing at my skull. Giving my consciousness
over to sleep will relieve the pressure, I am sure. Cinder blocks push in while the clouds
push out. The speckled linoleum holds my attention. When the red numbers in the clock
on the back wall glow 8:50 the lecturer dismisses the class. Sleep-deprived-dazed
Blink. I stand with them, stuff folders and notebooks into my backpack. The classroom
empties into a hallway filled with the same flow of linoleum and students mumbling to
one another. No one is really awake yet. We are off to find something for that. Black
caffeine in a mug. A seat in the back row of the next class so there is a chance of
escaping disapproval as they slump into a nap. A bed.
I wind down the stairwell, out three sets of doors into the biting morning. A dull
sidewalk connects me to my dorm. My bed waits. Decorative grasses have grown up tall
between the cement paths. Something strung amidst their wild stems stops my progress
Dew pearls suspend—
gleam between dead
and fading grass.