I was walking home after class today, dragging along because of another sleepless week.
I had just finished an exam that was pretty easy, but I stayed up pretty late studying for it. I was ready to take a nap and not feeling entirely too chipper.
I was irritable because I had to wake up this morning, I guess. I overslept and my routine became hectic because of it. Thank goodness I didn't sleep through my exams like last week, but I still slept 10 extra minutes which doesn't seem like much, but when you have your morning down to an art (each minute has a detailed task - wash face, brush teeth, coat lashes, grab granola bar - and there is no room for flexibility - this type of rigid routine happens when you're not a morning person) you don't realize how much of a difference 10 minutes makes until. you. are. late.
I got to class on time, no big deal. I'm a speed-walker.
Anyway, after class and exam I was walking home. Dragging along. Not really wanting to talk or smile at anyone. Just wanted to get home, have some hot soup, and climb in bed for a small sojourn from life.
I happened to look up once and there was a girl talking on her phone. I'm not really sure what language she was speaking in, but it wasn't mine. Her voice was high-pitched like a little girl but the thing that really intrigued me was her laugh.
It was such a genuine sound that danced from her lungs that I couldn't help but smile myself. I didn't know what she was saying, but she must have been glad to say it and in turn, I became glad that she was saying it too. I caught myself feeling happy and content and relaxed for the first time that afternoon. Thank you to the unknown girl in front of North Village.
Strange, contagious thing, that laughter.
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