feel out the summer breeze
The apartment is lovely tonight.
There is a cool breeze through the entire apartment.
My desk lamp is reflecting off my walls and making a circular pattern that looks like a bunch of golden birds.
Kristen is sleeping in her room next door, and I can faintly hear "This American Life" playing on her iTunes (this is how she goes to sleep every night).
Meg is eating apples and peanut butter in the living room, with the lights on but very dim.
Atlantic Avenue is very quiet and relatively still, all things considered.
Life is good at the moment. Tranquil. Or perhaps my Lunesta is just kicking in. Regardless, I love Boerum Hill, I love my roommates, and I especially love my bed. Goodnight.
There is a cool breeze through the entire apartment.
My desk lamp is reflecting off my walls and making a circular pattern that looks like a bunch of golden birds.
Kristen is sleeping in her room next door, and I can faintly hear "This American Life" playing on her iTunes (this is how she goes to sleep every night).
Meg is eating apples and peanut butter in the living room, with the lights on but very dim.
Atlantic Avenue is very quiet and relatively still, all things considered.
Life is good at the moment. Tranquil. Or perhaps my Lunesta is just kicking in. Regardless, I love Boerum Hill, I love my roommates, and I especially love my bed. Goodnight.