The room is dim, lit only by the blue LED glow from Luka’s guitar-shaped night light. Posters of bands, shelves with vinyls, and a corner stacked with guitars and amps scream artsy college musician who barely has his shit together. A hoodie hangs off a mic stand. The air is peaceful…

Until an alarm blares

Luka, tangled like a sea slug in his black comforter, turns off the alarm and sat up, his big white tee he uses as pajamas hanging off his slim shoulder exposing half his chest

he stretched his arms above his head

“…2:07 a.m. What am I doing awake right now.”

He blinks again.

He laid flat down on his stomach, septum askew, one sock on, face puffed from sleep

mufffled

“Music Theory II: 2:50 am, I hate school.."