oh what a beautiful morning. he calls me darlin'. and jack and i discuss renaissance art after lunch. the sunset on the ddrive home two nights ago was worthy of a pinting, one of those heavenly skies you see once in a while. i slip belle and sebastian into the discman that takes me to and from class. and i lay back with eyes closed listening to sea changes by beck. color swirls through closed blinds and into the eyes. natalie's shoes are strewn upon the floor in a lackadaisical manner so as to suggest the tired droopy feeling of the room. there's a slight mugginess wrapped in the blankets and i'm headed out the door again.