Have you ever heard it said that the best roommate is the one who doesn't come? I closed the door and sighed. It was one of those rare moments of "physical" solitude in my dorm room. As soon as I dropped my backpack, I jumped into the bed not so kindly. Looking up at the ceiling, I saw that same old four Floresan lambs, two working and other two not; all above my bed. One floresans had more smooth and sleepier colour. Meanwhile, other had much more tiring white colour. There is no way to turn of one... No, both must be open.

Ceilings are my friends, alright? I always forget them about when engaging with people, when listening professors and when trying to do something. But when there is nothing left to do, no one to bother me, just lying down to watch ceilings is one of most "exciting" activity to do. No, it is really exciting, not like watching paint dry. Although, I could try that, one day... But let's talk about ceilings for a while. When you look at a ceiling, what you expect to see? So it is definetly not the blue sky or stars. No, it is either concreate or something else. Take my library for example. What was the civil engineer trying to tell me? To tell the poor students who are slaved to work on their digital devices, memorising exam questions without using books but using new building's extended and enlarged computer desks with electric plugs?

Well, I can see. They preferred to paint it black. But it is not solid concrete. Metalic. Not so reflective. Lots of pipes and vents, similarly painted black. There is also red pipeline, a nice touch. Floresan lamps put orderly, one exit sign... Yeah, those ceiling not closed with some kind of plaster or drywall because while it is boring to look at, it is fun for a civil engineering student to observe. After all, lines, connections and pipes... It is like being in a blueprint. Maybe I am not a civil engineering student, but engineers always like systems, if they dare to see things as designed systems. So, it is somewhat pleasant to look at this ceiling.

Each ceiling has its own story. Including all out white ones. But it is almost impossible to see, sometimes. Because they can't be told. No, they are trapped stories, waiting to be demolished so they can find peace. How many students looked at the ceiling which I am looking at now? So, this is 10 years building, at least... Three people, if I consider average education lenght of a student. But it is possible to increase that number, due to room changes, dorminatory changes and many possibilities. However, all of them looked at the same ceiling. Some saw when it was new, and I saw the ceiling when it was old, having bugs wandering around the same lamp. What did they think? Is it possible, that, we think the same?

As I was drowning in my thoughts like as usual, I heard a noise:

-They didn't think.

I was frightened, the sound was so menacing, I suprised what to say for few seconds. And I got up and said:

-Who are you?

No answer. I looked around in the room, listened walls... Maybe it was sound came from other room?.. I was alone... I thought I was just tired. So I decided to turn off the lights before lying down again. I closed my eyes, and then same voice spoke again:

-They didn't think.

Now I was angry. I yelled:

-Who are you?

-Me? Nobody.

-Alright, nobody! Just shut up so I can sleep! I have exams tomorrow!

-Ah, please, you are the only one who is talking.

I got slightly confused. But I knew classic boy teasing, clearly this was a provocation, so I changed my tone.

-I'm sure you're right.

-Of course I am always right, you idiot!

-Okay, whatever man.

-Do you really think I am going to let you sleep?

-I slept in almost impossible envinronments, if I decide to sleep, I plug my earbuds, close my eyes then I fall asleep. That's easy.

-So your eyes closed?

-Yes they are close-...

I noticed they were open. Room was just too dark. I decided to stop this nonsense and reach my earbuds. So without getting out of the bed, I grabed my book lamp, a little tiny led, to just look around. As I switched it on, I saw a human, tall as I am, standing in front of my bed. I was really scared, but really couldn't do anything. I was frozen. The figure had a rope in his left hand and he was handling a hatchet. After, God only knows for how many minutes after, the voice spoke again:

-Ah... You need light however. So it is not enough only to keep your eyes open.

-What do you want?

-I want to do what you want.

-I don't want to do anything right now.

-Oh please... You know you don't want to annoy me.

-I am sorry...

-I don't want your sorry, I want what you want.

-What I want, then?

-Clever! I knew you could say the right thing!

Voice stopped speaking for maybe one minute. Then continued:

-The coin flip. Because that is all about. Whetever you live or I live. Whetever you kill or I kill.

-Why?

-Exactly, there is no "why". After all, why "why"?

-...

-I know you understand. Because, I know you know there is sky beyond the ceiling. Beyond that old white concreate that drives you mad. No, that ceiling must be destroyed.

-So... Why we need a hatchet and a rope?

-Because they work better than a dynamite. Rope, quiet choice for those ascended already. Hatchet? To give a message, make everyone understand.

-But I am confused. What is about the coin toss?

-Ah, well... Coin toss must be done. It means either rope or hatchet. Winner takes the hatchet and loser gets the rope.

And then the figure tossed a coin.

-Call it.

-...

-Call, it!..

-Heads.

The voice laughed. First he put the coin on the desk, to the left of my bed. Then slowly walked to right side of my bed. As, he approached, my book lamp brightened him more... And more... Before the last step, he quickly made a nose, with one hand and tightened it around his neck. While he was taking his last step towards me, he raised the hatchet. I was frozen. I saw his face, a pale face... In my last moments I saw that his face was terribly like mine... But only eyes... They were completely black and was absorbing the light... As it moved towards my head, last thing I saw was the light reflecting off the hatchet.

Then I woke up, looking at the ceiling, with my eyes wide open. I noticed I didn't switch off the lights. I stood up and took the water bottle and drink it. I was sweating and shaking. I sat down to the chair, calmed myself down. A little while later, I realised there was a coin on my table, which I hadn't left there.

So I took the coin and tossed it.

All this because I can't align table=plain when it contains dispatch link. Oh and look I need to make the sentence artificially longer so there will be multiple lines. Otherwise, it still won't hold that place for me. I can describe how frustrated I am to make an empty dispatch like this, but clearly, we are dealing with more than two decade old html codes. How dedicated we are... I am not crying, it just dust...

All this because I can't align table=plain when it contains dispatch link. Oh and look I need to make the sentence artificially longer so there will be multiple lines. Otherwise, it still won't hold that place for me. I can describe how frustrated I am to make an empty dispatch like this, but clearly, we are dealing with more than two decade old html codes. How dedicated we are... I am not crying, it just dust...