Wake up. Hot Twining's and oatmeal on a linen cloth. To my room and a bright desk for lab reviews and careful studying, hours on end. To my bed for nighttime Nabokov, Lolita resting on my sheets alongside blue trees and clouds. These have been my last few weeks. And now that the days are getting darker sooner than I can adjust, I find that I slip into my sheets earlier than I should. Apart from the tea and notes my books have been my friends. And I'm quite content with that.