Hall Lounge is Really Just “My Roommate is Fucking” Lounge

The otherwise abandoned hall lounge has a hint of human life at 2 A.M. Tired, lonely students in their pajamas and slippers laze on the wooden chairs and stare groggily at their laptops. At a rate that almost resembles paranoia, they constantly check their text messages. 

“I was warm and wrapped in my blankets, ready to sleep,” Engineering junior Ayama Lone laments, “But then, my roommate drunkenly burst into the room, with another different person in tow. ‘Get out’ he slurred at me, and then just started going at it. I had no choice but to drag myself out of the room.”

Other students in the lounge shared the same sentiment. “I just want to sleep,” another student complains, “but it seems like my roommate has other plans.”

As the night grows older, into the wee hours of the morning, they trickle out of the lounge one by one as their roommates send them the “all clear” message. By 4 A.M., a single, lonely soul remains in the lounge, forgotten and neglected by his roommate who evidently had enjoyed his night too well to remember to send the "all clear."

“I just want to sleep. Why won’t they just let me sleep,” Lone moans, as he slumps out of his chair and onto the cold hard floor, “Why won’t anyone love me.”

His eyes fade shut as slumber painfully embraces him.