When you return to the city one boring train ride later, it is stifling. The greyness if overwhelming; you should have known you would experience withdrawls from the color of home. You run to Starbucks to grab a Pumpkin Spice latte before delving into piles of schoolwork. Procrastination always was your forte.
Your roommate drags you from the room after what feels like an eternity with promises of “booze and boobs.” You roll your eyes but willingly oblige; your term paper is not moving any further tonight.
One drink too many finds you fumbling around in the dark with the leggy brunette from three floors up. In the blackness that is her dorm room, all you can see is the whites of her eyes. Your mind flits to the blonde; she is most likely sleeping at this hour. You should be sleeping too, but you’re too busy trying to find the colors of the city.

You wake to another grey morning. Nothing matches the color of home.