Enter the Worship Circle
I lie here upon my bed, as I replay my day through my head. The dorm I live in, smells of cleaning supplies mixed with my perfume .The white cinder block walls are unfriendly in sight and touch, always adapting to the temperature it is outside. I look across at my roommate as she lies upon her bed, reading a book. I pretend to be writing in my journal as she concludes her reading for the night. As she lays the books aside, I hide my eyes from her view, not wanting her to see me observing her.
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