I have a bruise on my left arm. Two actually. I’m not sure where they came from.
Yesterday, I realized that this kid who lives in my building is also in my class. I recognized his orange and gray sneakers that sit two rows over and two rows up from me as they walked out of my residence hall.
My Victorian Literature professor keeps his change in his left pocket. I know this because he was jangling it today in class. I wonder if he’s left handed.
That is all. Good night.