I was...autistic? I think? Though I might have been faking.

A group of friends and I sneaked out to a movie by climbing through a window in Ida Noyes. When we came back, there was a group of Asian men in tuxedos waiting to punish us. One of my friends managed to run out of the auditorium (the men didn't even try to stop him), so I tried. But half way through the aisle, I heard the doors lock, so I collapsed onto the floor and started writhing around.

From then on, everything was different. I mean, I perceived things differently. Suddenly things lost shape, and had only color, but the colors were on different planes.

At some point, my shirt came off. I think this was voluntary. I think I was lying in a bed reading and my shirt was itchy, so I took it off and pulled up the covers. Then someone else came in and laid on the other side of the bed, so I couldn't get up, because I was topless. Then Geordie came in, laid down, put his forehead to mine, and...started reading Anna Karenina.

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