I closed my dorm door behind me with a soft click and let my back press against it for a second.
The quiet felt almost too loud after the slow burn of the afternoon and evening.
My legs carried me toward the bathroom on autopilot, shedding my jacket and bag along the way. Steam soon curled up around me as I sank into a hot shower, letting the water slide over my shoulders, loosening the stubborn knots in my muscles. The scent of my vanilla soap filled the space, wrapping me up in something warm and familiar. I lingered longer than I should’ve, maybe because I didn’t really want to step back into reality.
At least not yet.
When I finally padded back into the room, my hair damp and hanging over one shoulder, I rummaged through the mini-fridge for the leftover bagel and scrambled eggs
