Finley Cai Aies Hall: March 30th, 20XX
A symphony of tapping and beeping sounds pulled me out of my shallow sleep. As reluctant as I was to do so, I pried my eyes open and saw the keys on my laptop moving up and down on their own, and words typing themselves out on the screen.
I was extremely tired since I hadn’t slept until late last night, so it took me a minute to register the ridiculousness that was the scene in front of me. A stylus successfully caught my attention as it wiggled in the air as it signed my name onto one virtual document after the other.
Instead of wasting my time and mental energy trying to come up with an explanation, I extended my right arm and felt around for the diary.
The unnaturally softcover of the book finally made its way into my grasp, and I pulled it up
