Matching Mugs

Two beds in the room. One for me, one for another, most likely the brother. Up late, watching the LCD computer screen, reading books, thinking in the silence, enjoying the lack of light's pollution. Too late before I know it, and the sun is rising. It's 8am! I gotta get some sleep! I am supposed to get up at about this hour! But wait, this picture in this magazine...I know her. By golly, that's Beatrice! She's becoming famous, and I know her! "Look here!" I pull out the yearbook, and frantically turn to the page with her picture on it, a near match of the one in the magazine. Wow. I feel really excited. But everyone is waking up, and it is time to go. Why is no one else as excited as I? Why am I so excited?