Somewhere I recently visited.

Only 15 min ago I traveled from my room on the fifth floor down the abandoned hall to the sounds of blow driers and alarm clocks. As I turn down the steps I began walking the 5 flights of steps that now seem so routine. The temperature soon changes as I walk out the door into the front lobby as I feel the wind rushing in as people open and close the outside doors. As I walk to the basement the sound of wet shoes squeaking across the tile floor becomes faint. I see people sitting at tables filling their stomachs with cereal, power bars, muffins, and coffee. I pull against the heavy, resisting, glass door and enter a completely different atmosphere. Instead of the small sounds I heard over the quietness of the hallway and lobby, my ears were now exploding with sounds. I enter Out of Bounds and see lines of people waiting to pay and others hurrying around to find breakfast in time before class. I hear freezer doors shutting, glass bottles hitting one another, and people chatting. I reach into the very cold cooler and grab a bottle of water. As I walk and search for something else the water begins to make my palm uncomfortably cold. I switch hands. I grab muffins and a Snapple Peach Tea. I head for the register. I wait in line continuing to rearrange my bottles so my hands stayed a decent temperature to stand. I reach the cashier and he says his routine, "4.97...the rest on your dinning?...Have a good day." I leave the chaos and loud noise entering back into the clam world or hungry students, scurrying off to class.