Ominis swung the door open to his dormitory with a groan. His body ached from sitting in a history lesson on the 20th century for hours.

He tossed his textbook, jacket, and keys onto the counter and slipped off his shoes. His head rested against the door, closing his eyes with a bothered sigh.

The walls were so thin in the apartment, that sounds from walking feet to full conversations could be heard through the walls. Not ideal. But as a college student, money doesn’t gift you with comfort.