On the top of the pumpkin’s stem, is the tip of one of those toothpick paper umbrellas that people put in cocktails, stuck like the American flag from the moon landing. The other windowsill contains a fat, orange pumpkin. They are lovely and delicate-like the patterns of finely-woven lace-and I love them. On the other windowsill resides a matching crane, this one purple. One origami crane, orange, bright and folded to precision perches elegantly on the windowsill. A fan, whose high-pitched, breathy whistling and eerie blue light certainly never prompted me to wake in the middle of the night and-thinking a person of undetermined identity was whispering in my ear-screech in terror, rests beside the apple. A bruised spot, where it has fallen and thumped on the floor, squelches with mush. On one side, a russet apple sits, uneaten. On the windowsills, there are two collections of the various random objects and miscellaneous items gathered throughout half a semester. You want to raise it to let in sunlight and do your work? Too bad, it adamantly refuses to lift a single inch. If you try to lower it in order to block out sunlight and take a nap? The shade only lifts up and away. No amount of skillful tugging, vengeful yanking, stubborn glaring or desperate pleading can convince the elastic to move the way in which one desires it to move. Like spoiled children, they only ever endeavor to do the opposite of what you want. I am unshakably convinced that some hate-filled sprite resides in these monstrosities. White and plasticky, they raise up and drop down fully in accordance to their own prickly will.
Wake me up meme tumblr windows#
Over the windows subside the scourge of Davi 333: the shades. When you look out of these windows, you can see a green expanse of lawn, beyond which a parade of the twinkling taillights of passing cars washes, at night, into a singular blur of red. They say things like “Why do sexy people (ME) have to suffer so much?” and “They hate to see a girlboss winning.” If you do not love that meme door to an extent far exceeding the amount recommended by any normal person, you and I simply can’t be friends. Some cats, a couple racoons, a sloth, lots of opposums. This is before you even go inside a staple of the third floor of Davi, various small mammal memes plaster the wooden surface. One cannot talk about Davi 333 without mentioning the meme door. Perhaps even to all other dorms created throughout the existence of mankind.
In fact, I would go so far as to say that Davi is, overall, the best dorm.