I cuddle on the sofa, with a ridiculous, ear-flapped, knit hat on my head and a down jacket covering my lap. It's a habit of mine, a trickery of the mind. I think, if I put my life on pause, time itself pauses with me. But I'm wrong, life moves on and I'm even more behind than usual. I gather myself together, with many things on my mind, including midterm grades I'll be receiving soon and Yale and Princeton notification tomorrow, I continue with my homework.