Wraps of snickers bars, clew of wires and assorted trash on the floor covered with
the layer of dirt.
Four computers, three guitars and a MIDI keyboard.
Five people (+1 or -1 at night)

Three months passed.

The dorm is my home for now.
I feel an attachment to this place, a desire to be back in the evenings.

The aggregate of positive emotions gained by events happened here makes it the best place I've ever spent days in.
It's cool when at least the plainest dreams come true, ain't it?