They’re trying to get in the bathroom although the bathroom light is obviously on. I’m sat on my bed in the dark waiting to use the shower. One bathroom between 11. The old man has just gotten up. He is trying to get into the bathroom although the light is obviously on. Now he is standing in the darkness confused. A girl has just walked into the room and she’s trying to get into the bathroom although the light is obviously on. The old man has walked out of the room. I follow him to clean my teeth in the kitchen. He is standing in the light confused. I leave him stood there. When I return to the room he is back tottering around in the dark in his pants. Boxhead finally finishes in the bathroom and I jump up and run in there before anyone else can. The door rattles although the light is obviously on. The shower is cold like outer space. I finish in the bathroom and walk out into the darkness and shuffle toward my bed. I climb in between the covers still wet. Sounds emanate from the bodies in the dark. The old man is snoring, a deep, gross, snotty wheezing from hell.

How the hell am I supposed to read my book?