She curses and kicks at the bottom of the door. Of all the nights to have forgotten her key to her dorm room.
She turns and stares down the hallway. She really doesn't want to get stuck out here all night-- not only is she already freezing her ass off, but the lights are motion sensored, leaving half of the hall bathed in fluorescent white light that you usually find in hospitals and the other half pitch black. It's a creepy juxtaposition that makes her skin crawl, and for once she wishes that her roommate were a lighter sleeper.
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Writing Prompts
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