Adam woke up to the chirps of spring crickets. The pink light of dawn had yet to drive the night's darkness back, as he had wanted.
Sliding off the comfortable blanket, he freshened up, then buttoned his white shirt. The necktie dangled loosely as he wrapped himself in the college's warm, dark robes and left.
Though the dormitory's silence reminded him of a crypt, he saw shadows dance in the soft light filtering beneath the doors of the most diligent students. The lounge was similar in its natural serenity. The silvery glow of the moon illuminated the sofas, drawing pale patterns on their otherwise colorful fabrics.
Like yesterday, he sank into the softness of the beige one, arms sprawled on the polished wooden back. He closed his eyes in wait, the peace making him smile. No Teacher Louis, mysterious room, or golem to defeat in twelve days. He simply unburdened his mind.
