BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
A low groan tore out of my throat as the blaring alarm shattered the pitch-black silence of our dorm room.
I blindly slapped my hand around my nightstand, desperately trying to silence my phone before it woke the dead. Across the small room, the mattress squeaked loudly.
"Amy," Maya murmured, her voice muffled by a mountain of blankets. "Turn that evil thing off before I throw my shoe at you."
"I got it, I got it," I whispered frantically, finally finding the screen and swiping it off.
The room fell back into a heavy silence. In the dark, my phone’s digital clock glared back at me: 4:30 A.M.
I let my head fall back onto my pillow, staring up at the invisible ceiling. Every single rational instinct I had screamed at me to go back to sleep.
‘This is a terrible idea,’
