I was visiting my brother’s newly renovated condo which now had a larger living room space. The guest room I was staying in for the night didn’t have a bed yet, only a thin mattress on the floor. There was a towel laid over the pillows because my sister-in-law said that last time my hair made the pillows smell funny.

We were inside of a large circular tower with a hole in the middle. Everyone in class was pairing up with their pre-selected partners written on their assignment sheet. I looked at my piece of paper and felt embarrassed at the fact that I had no idea who “Patty” was. Thankfully the background chatter was loud enough that I was able to discreetly ask the people around me to help identify her.

We were watching an old movie and in it one of the character dies underwater by a cargo port. As he sinks to the bottom, he is greeted by is deceased relatives. They needed him to sign something before he was legally pronounced dead for a better deal on his insurance. The man’s last name was Schlusser and he was born in 1915.

I had gotten into beta access for a new Path of Exile league along with an extra invite. I ended up giving the invite to a friend through their website along with an item I thought would work well with the new mechanics.

I was sitting in the library, reading about the history of Oregon. My cousin was sitting across from me, engrossed in her own book. A dog slowly approached our table from my left, cautiously watching for my response. In the brief moment I took my eyes off of it, the dog swiftly jumped onto the empty seat next to me to lick the key that was on the table.

My dad hurriedly shook me awake, exclaiming how the impossible had happened: the economy was recovering. I only managed to open my eyes briefly before drifting back into a state of half-sleep. I could hear friends and family cooking together in the kitchen and I wanted to see what everyone was up to but I never managed to get out of bed.

It was near the beginning of the semester and I was talking to a girl who was unexpectedly into me. It didn’t take long before we were making out in her room. It felt good but I was constantly distracted by the fact that I had only just told a friend I wasn’t intending to see anyone any time soon.

It was the first day of class and the teacher had us do an experiment. She handed everyone a metal spoon and a toothbrush and told us to stand apart from each other facing the wall. She asked us to start brushing along the curve of the spoon. I held the spoon and toothbrush horizontally in both hands as I brushed into the concave part of the spoon.