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.

Fiction

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