taunting me.
walking to work before 8am,
i discover that
during finals week
pajamas are the cry of freedom on campus
and I'm still a prisoner.
i can sense their overly comfy smugness
as I run to work
in business slacks,
metallic sandals,
a dress shirt,
my hair in an up-do and
- heaven forbid -
with makeup on!
...and what's more…
they know its killing me.
i envy the deep flannel cocoons they'll burrow into
when they take up roost in the testing center
to study all day.
no shower
no prep-time
no bra
no nothing.
their tattered and patterned bottoms,
furry slippers, and bed-heads are a
harsh, snide reminder that
i have responsibilities today
aside from test-taking
and they do not.
curse you all.
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