never you never you but i wonder why you have bled but not to me and why i have only bled to you undressed -Kavya Krishnamurthy
B206
After John Updike He woke me up by slamming the door on accident as he walked out of our dorm. I mean, he probably woke up the whole floor. I guess it worked better than my alarm would have, but... jeez. He decided to charge right back in anyways, though. I sank my head into my pillow sideways and tried to fake being asleep so I wouldn’t embarrass him, but I couldn’t have fallen asleep if I tried in that stuffy little room. I gave up pretty quickly anyways and decided to watch with one eye cracked open instead. He was kneeling down and digging through our closet, looking for something to replace. He looked very frazzled as he searched through the piles of clothes, before finally settling on a Cool-And-Casual-But-Also-Socially-Acceptable Flannel. I watched him rip off his C.A.C.B.A.S.A. flannel to trade it for one with an identical pattern but with blue and grey squares on it instead of red and black. He stopped one last time at the small mirror by the closet to watch himself run his hand through his hair and then he
made his exit with a soft door-closing. He must have been too focused on his hair to notice he’d put the flannel on inside-out. Four out of five days- four out of the five days we had been there he’d rushed to the dining hall for breakfast way ahead of time to try and skip the line before his first lecture started. It was kind of excessive. Yeah, go wake me up and stomp out so you can get the Froot Loops before they run out. Since I was up, though, I thought I might as well get going now instead of when my phone was supposed to buzz in five minutes. Maybe there’d still be some faux Frosted Flakes or something. I threw my green tee into my pile of shirts in our closet and began to try and plan out my day while I changed into something presentable. Leave in 5, get to the dining hall in 10, find my counselor’s room in 30… Just as I chose my new tee (red this time!) I heard his voice from one story below our room’s window, outside. Some tall 15
