The sky is clear. You recognize the glowing red, it's Venus, along with other heavenly bodies names and constellations you only wish you would know by heart. But anyway, there's something else that bothers you. It's the weather, it's chilling right to the bones, literally. You, as usual, have underestimated this place's extreme weather change . You then put your hands on the pockets of your windbreaker. At least you've brought that jacket along, you'd say, and then you start walking home.

You suddenly remember, you have that trusty player, the one with the rebate form you haven't sent out. You fish it out of your bookstore bag and play your favorite song of the day, what other than Queen's Under Pressure, it seems fitting for the situation. You turn up the volume and start a lip-sync.

You walk briskly while carefully choosing the route with the most street lights on. You hope that you will get home safely as before. You have to be extra careful these days what with the increasing crime rate in your neighborhood.

While walking, you ponder about all these, specifically, your state of life on the past few years. You realize, you have an uncanny ability to nurture your melancholic self to the super-saturation point of patheticness. Will the sacrifices justify the end? Will the end justify the sacrifices? Is it just another journey you have to embark innocently and faithfully? Why does it itch so much? Oops, sorry, just slip out of my mind while trying to keep a consistent first person/third person, whatever, point of view. So, where were we? Oh, okay, got it.

After another replay of the song, you safely reach home. You change into your jammies, set the alarm, and slip under the comforter. You then put part of the sham to cover your eyes. In an hour, the sun will rise, in four hours you have to get up for your classes. It is, afterall, just another of your everydayness.