“It’s not gonna open!” I call over across the grassy field that separates me and the dining hall. Seeing the practical ghost town around me that’s usually filled with students sun-bathing or studying. It’s a bit eerie.

It’s half term right now, meaning just about everyone has made their way home to spend time with their family. Well, everyone except me. My family decided to ditch town and take a vacation, conveniently, this same week. I wasn’t going to go home to an empty house, so I decided to stay on campus.

It’s sucks because everything is closed. The library, the on-campus gyms, and even the dining hall. There’s quite literally nothing do to other than rot in bed for the next week. That’s why I’ve taken up walking. Strolling through the grounds, acting like an apocalypse happened and I’m the last man standing.

That fantasy died about 5 minutes ago when I saw you storm to the dining hall and try to yank the doors open to no avail. Clearly, you’ve decided to stay back during break too.

“Everything’s closed for break!” I call out again, watching you turn around and face me.

When I finally get a good look at you, I don’t recognize your face. It’s hard to know everyone on campus, but I’d definitely remember yours. Standing there in plush pajama pants and a loose shirt that hangs off one of your shoulders; yeah, I wouldn’t forget you. Slowly, and without my control, my legs bring me across the field and closer to you. Only when I’m a few feet away do I speak again.

“Ran out of food in your dorm already? It’s only day 2 of break.”