With eyes still shut
Just before noon, I’m sitting at my desk in my rather drab dorm, playing Diablo II because I’ve nothing better to do. I decide to give you a call, ostensibly to give you your book back. Really, I want to talk to you, one-on-one, and clear some things up before class starts. For all the communication we’ve had recently, not much has been said.
I always look forward to showers, for no real reason. This one was no different. But as I stood there, warm water streaming down, this song played in my head. Granted, it was just fragments, but the gist of it came across. I stepped out, dried off, got dressed. Saw that you had called me. Maybe that sketch about us being on the same wavelen—
Evan and friend (whose name I forgot) walk into the room just as I’m calling you. At practically the same time, my suitemate knocks on the bathroom door. He’s just introducing himself (forgot his name, too). This is after I’m on the phone with you; I tell you to hold on. I think you get frustrated and hang up.
I call you back in the hallway, feeling exactly the same as last year when I’d sit in the hall for hours talking to you because I didn’t want to keep Travis up. But no, things are different.
You’ve already got plans. With him. I kindly decline. We schedule something later.