When I get back to where my room is, I decide to duck in and pee off some of the gallons of coffee I’ve had during the morning. This is MY place, my sanctuary. They’ve taken away my phone, my keys, my wallet. This room is the only thing I have left that is just mine.
As I burst through the door I see there’s an enormous intruder in black clothes poking around on the table.
“Oh I’m sorry,” mumbles the giant in black. “You have a Rilke book.”