I woke up Saturday morning three hours earlier than I had expected.
My roommate was standing over me, shaking my tired and lifeless body awake. Groggily, I glanced at the alarm clock sitting on top of my standard, dorm-issued bookshelf. It was 5:55 a.m.
“Helen, a random guy just crawled into my bed,” she said with an unmistakable look of panic on her face.
“Someone you know?” I said.
Just as quickly, she replied.