Sleep, who needs it?

     "Knock. Knock. Knock...pssssss....wake up," said a shadow stumbling into my room last night.

      

      It was 2:30 a.m., and someone was opening my door. My body froze. Who could it be? Is something wrong? I felt my stomach flipping like a pretzel. 

      The figure walked over to my bed, climbed on my chair, and poked his head up. 

    

      "Hey Eric," he said in a breath reeking of a frat house."It's Jeffrey. (Not his real name. To avoid incrimination,  I've chosen to conceal this person's real identity)."

     Jeffrey happens to be a good friend who attends a different university, and of all people, he was the last person I expected in my room--at 2:30! After my breathing resumed and I realized that I didn't need to contact Alert Carolina, I was delighted to see Jeffrey. 

   
    "Some bitch stole my phone, " he said. 

     Jeffrey came to UNC to celebrate a friend's birthday and lost his phone on the street.  It remains a mystery how he made it to my room in such a condition. 

      Unfortunately, unable to assist him, he gave me a big hug, told me he loved me, and disappeared as conspicuously as he entered. 

   The story has a good ending. Jeffrey is recovering his phone this afternoon, and his brief visit ended up a surprising, but appreciated intermission from sleep. 

     "Zack, we should really start locking our door, " I said before burying my head back into my pillow.