As I Lay Writing.

The warm moisture from my accounting test’s breath is condensing on my neck’s nape. Hungrily, it waits for the morning. But with my 12-cup coffee maker as my companion and a loaded mug by my side, I will overwhelm my attacker and cast it into eternal darkness.

Yes, another night finds me beneath the glaring heat of our five-pronged kitchen light fixture, writing, thinking, and fighting. The shadows are drawn long and there is only the quiet pressings of my keyboard and the flicking on of the thermostat.

And also my roommates giggling in the room adjacent about some high-pitched youtube video or something. Ah, I’d rather be in their carefree, spring-breaking shoes. But my duty holds me fast. I must answer to my children’s children when they ask why I didn’t do better in school. A youtube video would not justify.

So, with these dread thoughts, I must leave you all. Enjoy your spring break if it has started. I float on to my Normandy Beach.

There my enemy and I shall struggle. Alone.

-Arrivederci!