My roommate has come back from his vacation worse than ever. For example, he's started talking in his sleep.

Yes. Really.

Around three I got sick of his mutterings and moanings and I don't even know how the hell to describe it, but it had been keeping me up for an hour. So I did what came naturally.

I screamed.

Scared him really bad too. You could tell he was shook up because he actually apologized for keeping me up. I had to bury my face in my pillow so he couldn't hear me laughing.

God, that felt good.