Andrew Morrell ’24
The clacking of my blinds
As a gentle breeze blows
Through the open window
Carrying the smell of a fresh downpour
A gentle pine scent
And the soft chirping of birds
As they begin their morning songs
Fluctuating with the blinds as they sway
Is the morning sun
Devouring my room
And then fading away
I see the sad sight of a clock
Forever stuck at 4:56
Yet at this moment that clock is correct
It’s always right at moments like these
The dull hum of a computer shutting down
The softness of pajama pants
As I sink into my mattress once again
And I am enveloped by the familiar sensation
Of a mountain of blankets on my chest
They carry me to places I’ve never been
Places I’ll never return to
It’s been a late night