Junkies form orderly lines, impatiently awaiting the necessary caffeine fix
Some soft beeping from a pink plastic screen brings a faint smile to sleepy eyes

Yesterday’s procrastination necessitates some early morning productivity
Absolute Concentration envelops a table just for two, and their textbooks
Indistinct murmurs struggle to comprehend deceptively simple squiggles
Mouths pinched by fleeting pressures are hastily filled through rote rather than desire

“Is it Friday yet?”