It occurred about 9:30 pm tonight. The sheets ripped off the mattress. The dresser drawers emptied swiftly. A presence now gone. A feeling of emptiness, a vacant spot in the room.
Empty, quiet. No longer shall there be someone up at the crack of dawn, no longer shall the glare of the computer screen be dimmed. Only emptiness and quiet, where a great man once lay.
Gone he is to a comfier mattress, to another room adjacent to mine. Gone he is from a creaky bed to one slightly more stable. Gone are his clothes, his books, his very presence, to another abode.
Gone is he to a roommate with a similar sleeping schedule, gone is he to greener pastures. Such are times, and tragic can they be.
John, you are a roommate I have lost, but haven't. And with thy departure, you have bestowed upon me my own room, for a time.
But... you shall be missed. Greatly. God speed, my dear brother.
Till we meet again. Most likely in the morning.
Enough click clack-ing
5 hours ago
2 comments:
Your own room? I thought we were bunking together? You. Are. A. Tease.
Well, it's my own room until you get here. Obviously. ;)
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