Messages on the sidewalk:

She lives in a dorm where some smartass has written on the door “Abandon all hope ye who enter in here,” and she recognizes that they got the quote slightly wrong. This does not help her win friends.

Chalk is no good unless you find beauty in the transient. Still, Peter Pan writes “Is Freud right? I wish I could be what you need.” And she is jealous, but she doesn’t know of who. Peter Pan or Wendy. She figures, if the alarm clock makes her feel like Captain Hook, she must be jealous of Peter Pan.

The alarm clock beeps and beeps and beeps louder and she gets up and gets down from her bunkbed and doesn’t wake her roommate. Her roommate is not a princess. Her roommate can sleep through anything.

She is not a princess either. She is enterntained by the suicidal bikes locked to the top rail of the parking garage. Princesses are more refined than that.

Downstairs, in the thin light of morning, she reads another message in pink chalk: “ARE WE GOD ?”