My cousin and friend were in my room and we were watching something on our laptops in the dark. I could barely make out a phone conversation outside my door - something about links to Hamas and the Chinese government. When I took my earphones out, my friend said he got a text message and thinks that the landlady might want to talk to me. I told him I felt like I was about to pass out. “And I need to shower” I added. I stumbled around in the dark trying to get to my phone charger which was under the round coffee table at the foot of the bed. As I knelt down to plug my phone in I felt a foot pushing against by back, pinning my chest to the sofa in front of me. I couldn’t breathe.