my daily trip to the bookstore

I arrive at Indigo, get my coffee, and start walking toward my little corner. This corner, which I have now claimed as my own, has been my study area of choice. I feel like I get the most work done here, so every day I have hopped on the bus and made the fifteen minute trip to Indigo. As I walk, I pass bookshelves upon bookshelves, tempted to pick up a book and start reading it—but I don’t. I must reach my corner. My cozy little corner, where I surround myself with books and exam review notes as I type away on my laptop. And then I see her — the same girl from yesterday who had claimed MY spot as HER own. She sits there smugly, nestled in MY corner. I fall to my knees, tears welling up, threatening to overflow and streak down my face. I get up, pull myself together and disappointedly walk back from where I came, searching for another, less-than-adequate spot where I will spend my studying today. This is not over.