A large potted plant slumps in my dorm window. The flowers are crumpled and brown even though I water them everyday.
I sort my clothes into piles then divide the piles further, double checking that I have enough detergent.
Books pile up in my desk drawer, all textbooks. The TV isn’t plugged in. There’s no point. We don’t have time to watch it.
I move my clothes to the dryer. Dryer sheets are overrated.
Rain beats against my window. The forecast called for sun.
I hang up my sundresses to dry.
Twenty tabs pop open on my laptop. I have two research papers due the same day. The word document is glaringly white.
Sticky stuff on the inside of the dryer got on my clothes. I rewash them in vain.
April showers won’t bring my flowers back to life.