The time is 7:56 p.m
the dorm is quiet
no sound but a dropping pen.
The clock strikes9
and the dorm is a buzz.
It is Friday night in the city of Scranton.
The university girls must get ready to go.
From house to house the students travel,
traveling in search of a haven for the night.
By haven no safe place is meant at all,
this haven is simply a place for them all.
With purses in hand and make-up perfected
girls travel in flocks
towards their destinations.
And in these havens and final destinations,
the alcohol flows like blood through a vein.
The smell of weed fills the party scene quick
but it soon masked by the crowd packing in.
Everyone is so close you find it hard to breathe,
but you bump into people and then you start to speak.
It's the easiest way to meet someone new,
but the end of the night is drawing near.
Numbers are exchanged and the journey home begins
with new friends in tow and memories sinking in.
The dorm door closes and you gush details to your friend
as you settle in bed right
knowing this will all happen again the following night.
As you drift off to sleep in the alcohol coma
you dream of that boy and imagine the next night.
The following morning you meet up with your friends,
exchanging stories and details and tonights plans.
You keep looking at your phone wondering if he'll text you
when finally he does the relief sets in.
You have a new love interest for the weekend
and maybe the next one too.
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