The rain crashing down wakes me from my uneasy slumber, pounding on the windows. The room is hot, too hot, the air conditioner having given up on cooling and instead insists on giving the noise of the downpour a way into the room. A few people huddle around the door, a futile attempt to stay dry. As I stroll around campus, the emptiness is very real, a few shadows move in the hazy distance, but turn out to be nothing but the wind playing with the shadows. The slight drizzle runs down my back and rivers of water flow from the brim of my hat as a cloud of smoke floats into the troubled red sky. I circle around the building, taking in the sights on this night where I own the world. The doorstep is empty when I return from my trip, the people having retreated inside into their warm beds. I open the door to my room, and the beam of light from the hallway illuminates my typewriter, sitting quietly under the bed. I smile as I peel off my dripping clothes, and hop into the warm embrace of my bed and drift off to a wonderful dream.