SilverBellsAbove

 There was a body lying in the middle of the hallway. Always the same guy. Always after a loud night. This time, someone had helpfully put an orange traffic cone next to his head so that he wouldn’t be stepped on as he slept off his hangover. Alex gingerly stepped around him (no puke this time at least) and hurried on her way toward her early class. It was crisp outside, so she had put on a sweater, though it still was warm enough to be called early fall. The morning was unusually quiet. The usual flock of killer geese appeared to be sleeping, and the few students who were willing to be up at this hour looked as if they had not yet