In a tiny nutty shell

Back at school and alone in a naked dorm room. It’s been fifteen hours of flying and I am buried deep in the squishiness of my sleeping bag. I want to fall into sleep, but the cold keeps me awake…and the rushing water of my radiator…and my jetlag. I give up and unearth a book from my suitcase and read. It is dark outside and the dorm is dead. I stare at the glowpen writing on my ceiling, “All my love, melting Cow”…even at 4 am this message makes no sense.

I have a real bed and finally, I sleep. Victory.