“Hello... Hel-lo!”
I awoke with a start. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the dorm room’s
dimness. I could make out the faint outlines of my desk and the TV that still bore
a faint glow from when it had last been turned off. Tyreen often took awhile to
fall asleep, and would watch late night talk shows or VH1 videos until well after
midnight—usually outlasting me by an hour. Me? I can sleep through almost
anything.
“Huh? Who’s in here?” I asked, a little surprised by the shrillness in my
voice. Nothing like an immediate ‘white flag’ when I could least afford one.
Somebody was in my room...close by. A male, with a rich Spanish accent.
Luckily, or so I hoped anyway, I brought a small penlight to bed with me.
That and my Tazer, which I had hidden beneath my pillow. A vulnerabl
