The drips of coffee say “hello! hello!” Scrapes of ice chips fall in sync with the harsh needle-like sound of an alarm clock. Hushed voices of roommates flow dreamily around the crinkling post-stillness of sheets. The sounds of the day are a mocking melody: permeating pop music from across the hall; shrill students soliloquizing into their notebooks; low laughter in the lunchroom from loquacious ladies; the tip tap tapping of tendrils on technology.
-Ode to a Morning