You knew better than to get comfortable.
You knew better, but you did it anyway. And at the exact moment you felt
yourself finally start to drift off, the moment you felt your thoughts finally
slow down, the lock on your dorm room door turned and all hell broke loose.
The heavy wooden door slammed against the
frame of your roommate’s bed and in she stumbled, her boyfriend practically
attached to her face. His hands had already started wandering and you knew that
it wouldn’t be long until their clothes went flying. You’d made the mistake of
trying to ignore them once before but now, well, that wasn’t even an option.
Muttering curses under your breath, you
gathered your pillow and a blanket.