I jolted in the middle of the night only to realize I was broken into a terrible sweat, I was almost soaked. Was the AC off by accident?
I tiredly checked it with my eyes. I was right. Having no other options, I gathered all the energy I could summon and stood up like an amputee to wobble my way towards the remote control stuck near the door. All the way, I prayed it wasn't because the electricity was cut or any kind of other bullshit. If you plan to do any of those, do it in winter. This kind of dryness could really turn a man insane. Lucky for me, it didn't take very long before my efforts bear fruits, and that fruit was a small bip, and along with it the fan started up. Even if it wouldn't cool down in a while, I was relaxed at the present noises, it's a little bit like the sight of the ocean where you know you're about to jump onto and nothing can stop you from doing it.
Now, all there's left to do is to head back and sleep until I got tired of it, I yawned, satisfied. On my way back, though, the trip wasn't as smooth as the departure, I hit the foot of something which immediately caused me to fall onto the ground with a loud thud.
"Damn it...!" I mumbled, biting my lips.
The fall didn't hurt that much, what's hurt were my nerves, I can hear them cracking. I kept spouting out insults as bullets to my anger as I instinctively turned to my roommate. The guy, who's facing the other way, haven't budge an inch. I sighted, and kinda smiled. As I stood up and held onto his bed frame, that impulse rose again. I wasn't all that aware when my body just moved on its own and before I knew it, I was lying next to him. Punk! What's wrong with you?! I wanted to hit myself in the head but too tired to even lift a finger. I mindlessly stare at his back, this really was supposed to be a one person bed so it was pretty cramped up, I'd give my credit to the designer who calculated the spaces so fucking well that I was literately glued to him which only added to emphasize the heat that the AC hadn't had enough time to dither. Surprisingly, thought, I didn't at all hate it. Which, maybe, I should have.