It was early morning on the 14th of December. The icy Winter wind whipped through the small gaps in the frame of the window and brought down the temperature of my dorm even lower than it already was. I pulled the thin gray blanket that I had slept with over my face, shielding myself from the cold morning.
If I was lucky, my roommate Julian would be standing in the doorframe holding a few snacks that he had managed to grab for me from the university's cafeteria. He always woke up early to jog around campus or go to the weight room, and he was constantly telling me to take better care of myself. He was pretty much the older brother I never had, nor wanted, but somehow got stuck with.
I finally decided to throw my blanket aside and fully wake up, even though it was a Sunday and there were no classes today. This morning, I wasn’t lucky. Julian wasn't waiting for me with breakfast. Ugh, now I'll have to go to the cafeteria by myself AND make it look like I didn’t just wake up. THANKS, JULIAN!
I slipped my feet into the plain black slippers that rested in front of my bed and reached over to put on my glasses. Without them, my ability to see was pretty much nonexistent. Now that I could actually see, I noticed the large bookbag that was leaning against the bottom half of Julian's bunk bed. Huh. That's odd. I've never seen that bag before and there is no way it belongs to Julian, he's way too organized to just leave his stuff on the floor.
I cautiously crept over to Julian's bunk bed, which was directly across from mine. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that there was someone sleeping in the bottom bunk, and it was definitely not Julian. He always slept in the top bunk anyways.
My slippers muffled my steps as I walked closer to the unknown person. The stranger had dark, tousled brown hair and was quietly snoring, his face hidden by his pillow. I grabbed Julian's baseball bat from his bag of sports equipment that hung from the front left post of the bed, opposite the ladder. baseball bat in hand, I tensed my muscles and prepared to attack this guy if he turned out to be a threat. This poor dude. The first thing he sees when he wakes up is going to be me brandishing a baseball bat and hopefully looking intimidating.
I gently used the bat to poke the sleeping stranger in the back. He slowly rolled over onto his side so that he was facing me and opened his eyes. His hazel eyes stared at me for a moment, taking in the image of me with the bat resting over my shoulder, prepared to strike.
Suddenly, he jumped out of the bed, hitting his head on the top bunk along the way. He then proceeded to fall on top of me, causing both of us to fall to the floor. Not a single word was spoken during all of this, and now I was trapped beneath an extremely tall -and handsome- stranger.
I slowly pushed him off of me and sat up, inhaling ragged breaths. At least I can breathe now. I glanced over at the stranger’s still form and sighed in relief as I saw his chest rise and fall. Oh thank God he isn’t dead, just out cold. Oh, wait… Julian probably won’t be back here for at LEAST an hour, I still need breakfast, AND I have to babysit this unconscious guy now. Could this get any worse?