Good Morning, Dylan!

Good Morning, Dylan!

The alarm started beeping again. Dylan groaned, reaching over to hit snooze one more time. As he did, he looked at the time blearily...

And then shot up and let out a string of nasty profanities. How many times had he hit snooze to have slept in this long? It was 7:50, his first class started at 8:00, and it took fifteen minutes to get there. He rolled out of bed and grabbed the pair of jeans lying on the floor beside his bed, yanking them up. His brown hair was a tossled mess, but he didn't care. Some people spent hours trying to achieve the bed head look, after all. At the very least, he grabbed a fresh t-shirt from his closet and put it on.

At least he'd packed his backpack. He shouldered that and scrambled to the bathroom. He took the time at least to brush his teeth and ran a washcloth over his face to make it look a little fresher.

"Welcome to college, man," one of his roommates declared. "Late?"

"Yeah," Dylan confirmed, nodding. He'd never appreciated his mother more.

"Just don't take classes before ten next time, and you'll be fine," the roommate advised.

"Yeah," Dylan said again. He checked his pocket for his dorm key and smiled. It was there, all right.

His heart pounded as he started to sprint. This professor liked to close and lock the classroom door before starting class because he didn't like interruptions. This class graded down students who missed class for any reason. You could be in surgery and you'd still be expected to show up. He couldn't be late.

'You could... you know,' he thought. He shook his head, though. That just wasn't an option. It was too crowded. Someone would notice. Unless...

The bathroom. That could work.

Dylan turned the corner and ducked into a space between some bushes and the dorm building. He glanced around to confirm that he was alone and then focused on the bathroom in his class building, specifically the second stall.

Then he was there. He felt a bit dizzy at the sudden change in surroundings, outdoor to indoor, bushes and brick to tile and... whatever the stall walls were actually made of. Probably should have closed his eyes to do that. He opened the door and glanced around. He'd gotten lucky. There was no one in the bathroom. He still went to the sink and washed his hands before leaving the bathroom.

He ducked into the classroom just as his professor started closing the door and took his seat, grinning. Dylan then noticed one of the other students looking at him funny. He tried to place the face. Brant, he remembered. He waved, and Brant then stopped staring, but Dylan still felt uneasy about something...