this morning #1983.

this morning, tucked safely under an oversized umbrella & wrapped up in a chic raincoat, she hurried her way across campus. along the path that ran past all the frat houses. continued down the hill to the building where a little bird had said she’d likely find him hiding out. dude had been M.I.A. for the last two days. wasn’t even responding to her texts. she was more curious than worried about what was going on. assumed he was fine but he had missed an epic party on saturday night. the kind of party he lives for. she arrived at the building & tried the front door. locked. went around back, peered in a window & there he was. seated beneath a lamp with a book. seeing that he was alive, she didn’t even knock. better to let him be.