Process Analysis: How To Get rid of a Roommate: Without Committing a Crime

“I guess we will need a bed,” she commented “we can 't expect anything from her.” She mumbled under her breath.

After I’m done treating my bruised neck, I go lay down slowly next to my wife. I’m a little worried about, but I let it go seeing her as a threat no more. I feel her arms around me, so I put mine around her, but as I do it, I feel the cold plastic touch of the baby monitor in her hand. I open my eyes to see her eyes wide open, glaring back at me in a disturbing way. Her hands go around my neck as the lullaby plays from the monitor again. I feel myself drifting peacefully away, letting the lullaby take over and soothe me like a drug until I’m gone. I never wake up the next morning or any other

Feeling thwarted in every effort to set circumstances right, in my life - not between us, becomes intense with patterns and connections. Illuminating my mind, emulating the strings from ballistics in a crime scene, or worse, a schizophrenic’s garage, complete with wall covered newspaper clippings and red marker lines that model no reality but chaos. My connections are evidence based, empirically proven models of physical systems; my subjective realizations were at least based on such arrangements and configurations, architectures and harmonies. Between the visits to the women trying to help me I have assignments. The next two weeks include writing my strengths, progress in the past year, and compliments. One of those is your supportive, wonderful email that doling out strokes for learning proper grammar. That felt

I haven’t been able to sleep for the past month. I hear my door creak and I look at the door. I see someone open the door very slowly before coming in. I look to see Maria tiptoeing into my room. “What are you doing?” I ask “You know your mom would kill me if she saw us.”

As I helplessly watch my fifteen year old roommate fall to pieces in front of me, I feel everything around me slow to a crawl. Blood pounds my ear drums, I feel the color drain from my cheeks, and my feet take me forward as if they have a mind of their own. I fall to my knees and suddenly everything speeds up again – the pounding in my ear drums intensifies, my hands are trembling but I manage to grasp the side of the bed in an attempt to bring myself close to her. Her face is buried into her sheet. Muffled screaming escapes her as I whisper gentle reassurances in her ear, hoping with everything I have that she can hear me. I know she doesn’t. Even if she does, she can’t make sense of it right now. She’s stuck somewhere else, somewhere she revisits every day of her life and every time she closes her eyes to sleep.

“I’d let you use my bed, but seeing as you didn’t let me use yours when I stayed with you, it seems only fair.” Kimberly knew he was only saying it in jest and she waved him off. She would sleep on the floor if he made her. The couch was comfortable enough anyway.

“I figured they would be,” he chuckles, then continues on, “you can sleep in my bed tonight and I’ll take the couch?”. As soon as the words “i’ll take the couch came out of his mouth you started to argue. Finally, after about an hour of arguing it was decided that you would indeed sleep in his bed with the promise that next time we have a sleepover he gets the bed.

“You need rest. You’re drunk and you’ll be sore in the morning” Joseph said, sliding his hands away and helping Paul up. “I can sleep on the couch, it’s fine” Paul protested but Joseph shook his head “There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on that thing. I don’t have a guest room, so you’ll have to settle with sharing my bed tonight.” Joseph said, not giving Paul any time for a rebuttal, leading him up the stairs and to the bedroom.

“Ugh.” She groaned. She got up and showered. Then she walked back into her bedroom and found a note on her bed.

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

She sat up from the bed still laughing at his exaggerated annoyance. She could still feel where his hands were on her. “I suggested

Feeling a hand pet her head, S/O assumed it was Kalifa. Suddenly, knowing her girlfriend was so close, it became hard to keep a relaxed and sleeping face. As her cheeks began to heat up. “What’s this?” they heard Kalifa say, removing the gift that was in S/O’s lap. “For me?” Kalifa said, seeing their name was written on the nicely wrapped gift. Time seemed to slow down as she could hear the gift being unwrapped. Everyone else in the room has gathered around the couple to see what the gift was. S/O could hear Kalifa gasp, in their hands was a homemade scrapbook contained of all their dating memories and friendship members. With paragraphs that seemed to be like a diary or the first person point of view of S/O. It was nicely decorated and towards the middle the pages were blank, but had a separate piece of paper that said, “I would be honored if you helped me fill in the rest of this scrapbook.” Kalifa had the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen, “Oh, S/O! Thank you!” S/O began to smile before realizing she had just given up the gig that she was pretending to sleep. “That’s okay S/O, I knew you were fake sleeping the whole time!” Kalifa

I woke up at 3:30 to Addison screaming. "Your turn," I said pushing Carson. "I got her last time," he whined. "Well I gave birth to her so you go," I sassed. "Ugg," he groaned as he got up. He left and returned a few minutes later with Addie in his arms. "Addie girl, why don't you sleep?" I asked taking her from Carson. She just snuggled into me. "She had a full diaper," Carson explained. "Of course, she's asleep," I said looking down at Addison asleep in my arms,"I'm going to go rock her." "Babe why? You need your sleep," Carson asked. "I know. I just want some baby snuggles," I said getting up.

“Sorry. I couldn’t resist,” he chuckled out. By this time, he was standing there just wearing a pair of boxer briefs. He had placed his clothes on top of the rock and paused. “Are you telling me after last night you want to play little Miss Modest?”

"So do you care to explain why I woke up and we're naked in a bed together?"