The hair on her back prickled as the wind whispered up her spine. Though the sun was hot above, the coolness of spring had not yet left the air. "Damn, if i am to have one, in my next life i hope to be a warmer person," she thought shuddering slightly.
She tilted the screen of the computer further, squinting to read the words past the glare of the sun.
"hmm, no good."
Giving in, she snapped the computer shut and began to gather her things. Defeat to the indoors.
It was hard to stay inside on nice days. With Missouri weather you never knew if the following morning you would wake up to 80 degrees or snow; it was necessary to make the most out of the day where you could. The trouble was, being a college kid, there is never really a time you can sincerely say you have "nothing to do." There is always something you "should" be doing. (usually that something was the exact opposite of what you wanted to do though).
She sighed, knowing that it would be a long night again. Never ending, never ending. Why couldn't she be one of those girl's who just was content to live at home? Or run off with some wealthy man and spend her days shopping and basking at the pool with martinis. Though those thoughts sounded appealing now, like pickles, she knew they were only things she would think about liking until she actually had to take a bite.
"Hmm," she thought again, "maybe I should stop writing my internal dialogue of this afternoon and start cracking out my paper."
The celling light above had one bulb missing, but it still cast shadows of her fingers on the keys. The phone buzzed beside her reading, "Words Free: Your Move with Zi Pan." She made a face and stared at the screen. It wasn't even a hard paper...just an analysis of a presentation she had already done two weeks ago and gotten 58 out of 60 points on! It should be a breeze! She should be done and tucked in bed by now instead of tapping away wrapped in purple unicorn blankets next to an empty cereal bowl.
"Sheesh!"
But the focus was lost somewhere in the midst of track practice, nice days, boys she couldn't have, boys she could, possibilities for summer, New Zealand, peace core, inservice... anything else really. In fact, a communications paper on sexual harassment was the last thing she cared to consider.
"Maybe I'll just run away instead?"
Her mind cast thoughts on Colorado Mountains, oceans.. beaches.. somewhere, anywhere, hmm.. Her mouth craved gum she knew she'd have to leave the warmth of the blanket to retrieve from her room.
"Well, I guess I better do this then."
She stretched, yawned, and hit the "publish post" button.