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it's 11:00 am and the sun is shining through my window. i've got a whole bunch of feathers that i've strung along the window frame in a kind of mobile-ish/curtain-ish way. i like them because i feel they're something like wind chimes, only with light. i overslept very badly this morning. i had class at 10:30 and i slept straight until 10:20 and i'm pretty sure i couldn't have made it without missing almost the whole thing, so, now i'm just hanging out indefinitely in bed trying to be still and quiet so nobody realizes i'm still here. doing this, i feel almost as though i'm in a separate apartment from my apartment-mates. i can hear their lives unfolding in the morning and piece together what they're doing without seeing them or interacting with them at all. is that voyeuristic? i don't think so, so much as i just feel aware of how separate all our lives are without being out, going about my own. that is where i am. i like the sun on my face and pretending like i'm not wholly here at all.