The hall was empty and vast, and the carpet loops were like thick grass or weeds. Only they didn't just break off like weeds, they tripped me up and slowed me as I tried to move down the hall. I'll never get to the RA's room this way. I turned to my right and headed across the hall to the nearest room. The door stretched upwards like a blank wall set in a wall, with the knob glistening way overhead. I squatted down to peek under the door and then laid down to wriggle through the space. I knew Keith and Jacob, though I had spoken more to Keith. Jacob struck me as a bit immature and dopey. The room was dim, and there was a distinct line between one side and the other. Nothing like a real line, just that Jacob's side was more cluttered, and Keith's was clear and neater. A quick look at the beds told me Keith was gone, but there remained a huge lump in Jacob's bed. And it was moving.
I started to yell and wave my arms when I realized his head was buried under the covers. Something oddly familiar about the whole motion and rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs made me pause for a minute. Well, hell! I think Jacob was humping the bed! OK, now this is awkward. First I'm the size of a bug trying to get someone's attention, and then the guy I find is "occupied" with something personal. This just gets better and better. Now what do I do. I can't stand here and wait for him to finish. I'll leave and try another room. Yeah, that's it.
Before I took two steps back to the door, the noises stopped and the lump lay still. OK, I admit, I panicked at that point. I did what any other inch tall dude in a situation like that would do. I ran for the nearest cover so I wouldn't embarrass him or me. I was aware of covers above me being flung aside and something large and in two parts descending fast. I did a roll and partially slid under the upturned toe of Jacob's soccer boot, slamming into one of the front cleats. I watched as massive feet hit the floor, toes wriggling, He rubbed his eyes and reached down to adjust his junk in his baggy boxers. The defused light from the window blinds made the fine hairs of his legs glow like some brown aura. At least he only dyed his head and not the rest, I see. I watched as he scratched various parts and again rubbed his eyes. I decided I needed help, and he was all I got so here goes. And then Jacob stood up the same time I did. I stared up at a man now standing taller than any of the buildings in my home town, at least comparatively speaking. Should I risk confronting him now, or wait for a better time? Would he even notice me in this bad light? What if he doesn't see me, or worse, what if he does?
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