Up All Night

The squeaky leather whimpers
as she bends over to rub her feet that are numb
from sitting Indian-style for an hour.

She zips her violet hoodie higher
and takes a deep breath before starting a new line,
bouncing keys out of alphabetical order.

She makes a funky beat that's out of sync,
not caring how the clicking bothers her roommate,
who's tossing and turning on her rock-hard, narrow bed.

Even though her eyes open and close like a kid playing with blinds,
she can't take her eyes off of the thick, bold words "I love you,"
staring back at her from the glowing monitor.

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