It’s nine o’clock and my eyelids feel as heavy as my glasses. I don’t know what to do right now. If I had another place to sit I would embrace this city. I’d capture it with a poem or a hug. Sometimes I wonder why no one is like me though I’m sure you’d tell me that we are all the same. I wouldn’t be so quiet if I thought that I had something to say. It’s been a couple months. I haven’t been that social. I’ve been kept at the store or in my room. We’ll laugh together soon enough I’m sure. November rolls into June. It’s only nine o’clock and yet my eyes are feeling heavy. There must be something wrong with my glasses. And how I miss those evening classes.