Bunkmate Bedlam
Language: en
It happened again. The rhythmic creaking of the old wooden bunk above me, groan-crying under the weight of two people, made it impossible for me to sleep. Staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling, I grabbed my phone. [Harry]: These damn roommates. Do they ever plan on letting anyone sleep? A faint vibration came from the bed next to mine. A second later, a message from Kevin popped up. [Kevin]: Right? [Kevin]: Hey, you want to crash over here, Harry? That was exactly what I was waiting for. I hopped down, shuffled into my slippers, and climbed onto his bed. The dorm visibly quieted…