January 28, 2019

Classes were starting in a few days and I still had homework to finish before my first day of class. I had just arrived at the first floor of my new dorm for the year. The first floor resembled the lobby of some fancy hotel more than a dormitory with its white marble pillars and stairs. I struggled to find an easy way upstairs with my large suitcase. Someone was constructing a hang glider with black and yellow fabric in the corner of the room. I asked someone where the elevator was but they simply told me I might as well get in shape by carrying my luggage up the stairs.

After getting to the third floor, I walked across the green-painted walkway to the dorm rooms. My room was the second from the left and the inside was painted a dark green as well. I stepped in without turning on the lights and set my bag down.

I woke up in my new bed despite having no recollection of having gone to sleep. It was already the next day. I walked downstairs to the cafeteria and saw that breakfast was ready soon. A friend walked by and asked if food was included in our housing fee. I pointed to a board that said residents of the building had a square root price offer. After wandering around on the second floor, I walked back up to my room with the intention to unpack my things. I walked into the still empty room and set down my backpack.

I came to my senses crossing the street in the middle of the city. I was about a 30 minutes walk away from the dorm but had no recollection of coming here. I checked my phone to see another day had passed. I quickly made my way back to the dorms by walking along the highway. Once again, I was crossing the walkway on the third floor and passed by the man with the yellow hang glider on his phone. I walked into the room to see that there was a tin lunchbox on top of the dresser that I didn’t remember buying. I threw my bag on the floor as it dawned on me that I still haven’t done my homework.

I must have passed out again. And this time I was standing in front of an open elevator with a dead couple on the floor. A young child ran towards the bodies, which I assumed to be his parents. A young woman closed the elevator doors and turned on the elevator’s “bubble machine”. She said it was to induce shock in the child so he could be more quickly removed from the scene. The doors of the elevator opened again and the child was slumped over his father’s chest. A group of workers came in and carried the three bodies out of the soapy mess.

Another day had been lost and I had to tell someone. I felt like I was losing control as entire days got wiped from my memory every time I entered my room.