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Nina-Bots

By Tommy Smith

Copyright 2013 by Tommy Smith

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It was a good night’s sleep, still lying in my bed all I can hear is the wind outside. The sound was soft, but the only thing I could hear. My alarm was about to go off any second. I have these mornings sometimes, my internal clock slightly ahead of my alarm clock. On the days I wake before my alarm, it is usually because of expectations, and today has the largest expectation of them all.

After putting my alarm to rest after it went off I stood to look out my window as I do every morning. I look out at the lifeless looking tree outside that fills my window. When I first moved here to the University of Illinois, over fourteen years ago, I could see all the way to the other side of the campus. It was a wonderful sight my freshman year; I could see all the students walking, running, studying in the middle of the campus. At some point the tree overcame my window, I remember being able to see the campus and I remember being able to see the tree block my view, I really don’t remember the in-between right now. The tree could be seen from every building on campus, but it was closest to my room, it even touched my building, therefore it is MY tree. And MY tree is looking dead, but it isn’t, it’s just the winter here.

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