Madeleine.

My dear Madeleine slept in my room every night since just after school started, safe and warm and cozy in the corner. She had a lamp and a soft carpet. I would keep an eye on her, make sure she was still there and alright.

Today I decided to take her down and chain her by the women's building. There were a lot of odd people talking a language she doesn't understand, lurking around the building. Even though there was a fellow bike there, I didn't think it was a good idea for her to stay.

So we walked up the hill to Flint again, and there were a lot of very nice bikes and I parked her inbetween some nice ones where there was a space and locked her in safely. When I got to my room, I realized if I walk into the hall and turn right and look out the window, I can see her and wave and make sure she's okay and still there and hasn't run off with another bike.

But there's an empty corner in my room. I miss my Madeleine.