Peace and Quiet

My dear friend Josh K. and I sat in his room for a few minutes at the end of the night and talked about the end of the year. We'd moved a few loads of stuff to our new rooms in Comstock Hall and, after our long day, we were indescribably tired. We had Josh's door wide open and we listened to the startling sound of total quiet in the dorms. Even in the middle of the night in the dorms there is always somebody stirring or doing something or making even just a little bit of noise. Tonight there was nothing. It was sort of weird.

“It’s kind of exciting,” Josh said. “I mean, it’s sad to go, but we’ve got this whole new thing starting.”

We said goodnight and then I hit the shower. I stayed under the spray for twenty minutes, soaking in the steaming hot water and letting the grime of the day wash swiftly away. It’s almost three o’clock now and I’m going to hit the bed. I’m betting that by the time the clock strikes three I’ll have already slipped away to sleep, ready for another bustling moving day – and this time it’ll be my crazy moving day.