One of my roommates makes a commotion in the middle of the night and disturbs my sleep.
He misses his parents.
I had been dreaming about Hawaii. I vacationed on Maui and Oahu and the Big Island as a child, but I haven’t gone back in years, confined to the liminal dustbowl of the Amerikan Midwest.
The older you get, the more tropics matter.
I turn on the lights and wake everybody up and sort of guarantee my roommates that I will kill them if I hear one more peep and so forth. I direct most of my aggression towards the homesick freshman, whose name is the same as mine, I discover. Then I turn off the lights and go back to sleep.