“06/02/2015” (Pt.1& 2)

Sunday morning, tiding-up the dorm-room; cloths, papers books everywhere. My roommate came in:

-You have a thing about cleaning, right?

I smiled. He sat on his bed bored �"I think he wanted to help; he got up and stood by my desk.

-Are these yours?...

(I turned to look.)

-…whoa! You writings are really good.

-Well… I have to.

(He stood silently.)

-I’m 25 and all my life I practiced the art of being alone.

He didn’t respond; I turned my back and continued…