As I talked to my friend about the sermon that morning, she passed by my class.
I followed her past a dark room of sleeping people watching an old French movie. She was standing in the hall with her friends. I ran up to her.
I was so happy I hardly noticed she was three heads taller.
Sunday seemed to pass ultra-super-fast:
Ate a sandwich, packed my stuff, a train ride, a taxi ride.
It was almost dark when I arrived.
The school is like a maze of labs and dorms and counseling centers, and then mom left me to die.
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
I drew a picture for her after dinner, watched some people play video games, and lights out came before I had time to shower.
Alas, waves of joy passing through my open mind, chasing away sleep,
and couldn't stop thinking about Paris, bakeries, bus stops,
millions and billions of dancing lights far in the distance...
Bats and cats, hoc illuc, at dawn and dusk.
Nox non dormit.
Do cats eat bats?
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