The Blue Light of Decisions

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I drop my bag.

My room exhales silence.

Except for the soft hum of boats drifting back and forth on the Huangpu River,

glowing in the sunset beyond my window.

                              ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*  ☀️   *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ 
boats

The screen flickers.

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Albert opens.

A grid of uncertainty and time blocks.

                        
                        
                     Time slips away, silent and unnoticed,

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                     No sound, no hurry, just for my thoughts.

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Maybe I should consider swapping one of my courses.

Do I wake up at 8 a.m. three days a week?

Or gamble on a writing seminar I can't manage?

Or hide inside a course I've already taken in my head?

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Oh? Communications lab? Web design? This class looks interesting!

commlab

Maybe I should consider swapping to this class!

Suddenly———

"OH MY GOD—LOOK!"

my roommate screams.

→ Something crawls, and everything changes.