The strange mixture of warm sunlight and cool air makes for an enjoyable morning. Stepping out of the dank darkened rooms, I stretch my legs for the first time that day. The cold muscles tense from inactivity but slowly they fall into line. Its better to walk quickly. I always tend to be late to this class. Others walk around me , but their existence is hardly tied to mine and I can not see them. A glance at the watch and the tired muscles move a bit quicker with necessity as the motivator. The soft rubber on the groupd does not add any kind of rythmn to dull the monotony. The thoughts of the weekend’s romantic encounters mix with the fantasy left over from dreams. That girl in the dress. What if that dance had turned into something more. Did she drink? Why did I not offer? Did she like me? Would she like to come back to my room? We could just talk over coffee. The fantasy of dream wears off as the cool breeze slides over the summer accustomed skin. Dreams fade into reality and monotony sets in.
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