Solitary Contentment

Yesterday morning was one of those unplanned, wonderful things. It was so simple. I woke up early, no alarm clock needed. French started at eight and, as always, it was a good class. My mind was stimulated and even the pretentious girl who sits next to me couldn't disrupt my flow. Along with our lesson, the Professor showed us the cutest short about two mimes who fall in love. Afterwards, I had no classes and walked back to my dorm slowly, taking in the campus that is so lovely in the morning. With a blank schedule in my hands, I decided to draw out Scott Pilgrim, took my jar of peanut butter, and wrapped myself in a blanket. My room was an ice box even with the sun shining through the window. I never watch movies in the daytime, but it was just what I needed. Myself, Scott Pilgrim, and my jar of peanut butter. Together we made for an excellent morning.
Solitary Contentment