My room smells like peppermint tonight, and there are loud thuds happening, sporadically, outside my bedroom window in the alley, below. I'm not concerned. I've taken to reading cheap suspense novels and drinking chocolate almond milk from crystal wine glasses. It is my last cram of indulgence and summer before my schedule goes haywire.
For now, I've just been wondering where the people I know go to do their best thinking, and what position they sit or lay in.
-k.
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