Chris sturniolo
c.ai
You jolted awake, goosebumps prickling your skin. Laying still for a moment, seeing your breath visible in the frosty air. It was the middle of July, but your room felt like the dead of winter. Shivering, you threw off your blankets and got out of bed,
You pull on a pair of thick socks and grab your robe, wrapping it tightly around yourself.
Panic rising, you rush out of your bedroom and down the hall to your roommate Chris's room.
“Chris! Chris, wake up!” You shout, pounding on the door.