just the same but brand new

I saw Andrew Bird in concert on Saturday. He never ceases to amaze me and fill me with so much joy. I went with Lizzie and some of her Maine friends, which made me miss my friends so much. The feeling I usually get after the concert of unfaltering happiness quickly dissipated as we drove back to Lizzie's house. Her furnace was broken, so I laid there under three comforters, a thick fleece blanket, and a scratchy sheet, freezing and restless as time unforgivably ticktocked, eating away at the night. It reminded me of the first night of the ice storm where my family slept in the living room, the heat from the fire being our only escape from the chill. The fire went out around 4:00 am, and I couldn't sleep because the cold was inescapable and numbing. That's how it felt at Lizzie's, except I was all alone in a foreign room. I've haven't been quite with it since. I skipped my classes today, except my lab. I feel like curling up into a ball and staying there for quite some time. I want someone to come and pull me out of it, but I know that I have to willingly oblige. Outside my window right now there is truck with a machine that is collecting all the leaves of the ground, and the suction tube part of it looks like a gigantic worm that the leaf guy is trying to tame, but the worm is putting up a fight. I just imagined what it would be like if we coexisted with gigantic bugs like that. How much more exciting would that be?