The rain hits the roof of your dorm in quiet rhythm. you’re on the brink of sleep when you hear your window being opened, quickly followed by a cool breeze and the window being shut quickly.

it’s your classmate, Oz, a boy you would choke out if allowed..

You can hardly make Oz out in the darkness, his silhouette, and the soft rustling of fabric, show him removing his wet jacket.

The mattress dips as Oz sits down and leans over to whisper in your ear. “…I’m cold..”