The Sunshine Room
04/27/2012 04:37 a.m.
I am sitting here in the sunshine room. Eating my muffin that tastes fishy. No seriously it actually kind of tastes like fish. The lady with purple spiked hair just fell asleep next to me while reading her pamphlet. I just glanced up and the boy from across the room was staring. I'm not sure why I chose to glance up at the same moment he chose to stare at me. He had a stare that almost made me think he was reading my mind. If he could I would tell him that I am sitting in this sunshine room because I want to. Because everytime I pass through it in a rush to get to somewhere else I think to myself, well if this isn't a nice room I don't know what is. It has a wonderful view of trees with pink flowers on them. I'm quite certain I could spend hours in here. to share this room with my other sunshine room lovers. Strangers bounded by our ironic need to escape. To sit in solidarity and pretend to busy ourselves to appear as if we actually have a purpose for not being in the cafeteria right now.