October- "There was something"

There was something slightly problematic about the current situation, and it was a problem that was experienced, not long ago, by Mike and Zach that mainly involved moving around in a pitch black room where the furnitures had had a mass migration. In otherwords, you were not suppose to move around because you couldn't do so safely. However, Mike was seldom concerned about safety and therefore was the first one to try to get somewhere.

"Ow," said Mike, after some banging and thudding. The other two stayed right where they were and listened to the chaos that was occuring right outside, involving many students in various illegal stages of alcohol intoxication who were somewhat confused to find themselves in the dark. More than usual, that was.

"Let's move the furnitures back," volunteered Nick.

"Might be hard, since we can't see anything," commented Zach.

"Eh, we can probably do it," said Mike, much to Zach's dismay. "Nick, get to the other end of the bed, we'll drag it back to the original spot."

"I can drag the other stuff out of the way," said Zach, somewhat reluctantly. "Where's everyone right now?"

"Roommate's bed, against the right wall," said Nick.

"Next to the wardrobe, somewhere near the door," said Mike.

"I'm on a chair that's next to the bed, there's a box to the right of my chair that's wedged between the chair leg and Nick's roommate's bed," said Zach, giving the box a gentle kick.

"There's a suitcase that's to my right of the wardrobe that's stuck between there and the bed," reported Mike, feeling around.

"So we all know where we need to be?" asked Zach.

"No." said Mike, "Let's go."

Anyone who has ever moved into a college dormitory would know what state of utter confusion that usually reigns. It was like that, except done in dark, sometimes after midnight, with one unconscious girl on a bed that Mike and Nick were trying to move. The furnitures, for one, did not appreciate all the hubbub and being dragged around willy-nilly. The boys didn't appreciate the furnitures very much because when they don't have to drag the rather heavy bits of the room around, they kept banging into them, and it hurt.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" Huffed Mike as they hauled the bed in what could presumably be called the left of the room. Then yelped when Zach banged into his shin with the suitcase that he was dragging.

"Sorry," muttered Zach.

"Because you are my friend and you like me?" Suggested Nick, panting and heaving the other end of the bed.

"Don't bet on it," grumbled Mike, dragging the bed the last few inches into position. A thud came from across the room, annoucing Zach's arrival there.