A slightly open window/ A partially drawn blind

hey're still going on down stairs.we can hear them through the window that we've left barely open a comrpomise between letting out the days odours and encouraging a gentle breeze to part from remaining swelter of the day. It's actually rather mild now but the fan has been instructed to move to and fro all the same: a sentry of any heat whcih may wish to impose on our slumber.

Yes I can still hear them down there,

though the melodies that have overpowerd the whirring of the fan have begun to subside from light rock to the likes of Louis Armstrong.

According to the forrgone laughter I suspect that even the most eager conversationalists have given in to their fatigues or else sought other ambitions than sitting around the smokers table.

A game of billiards is in tow. I can hear the sound of those spherical stones gently knock one another as they humbly exhibiting Newton's laws and trigonomic reigeims.

Anyway, my room mate has just fallen asleep on the bunk beneath me and I'm feeling inclined to do the same up here.

May your dreams be welcoming for whenever it is that you close your eyes.