Seth's eyes groggily flickered open as the room around him slowly came into focus. It was his dorm room. He reached over and grabbed his phone off the charger. 10:37 a.m., Friday, April 4th, the screen read. "Fuck," he muttered, tossing off the blanket and grabbing some clothes. He had class at 11:00 and didn’t want to be late. “Was... was that a dream?” he asked himself, his hand instinctively moving to his crotch. Every...