The trees shattered sunlight on the ground, and I got distracted for a while by the sprinklers on the lawn. How can you not stand in their sprinkling range? I don’t understand how adults resist the urge. It’s not even as if I had a choice. I have to stand under the sprinkler. Maybe I’m actually a plant? Looking at the Porter on duty, he seemed to think I was more some kind of weed. “Knock knock!” I don’t think I’d ever knocked on so many student doors in a single day. “Who’s there?” “Sesame Seade, at your service.” The door opened slightly and an eye belonging to Jeremy Hopkins became visible. This eye eyed me, and then the door opened completely to allow the second eye in the pair to look at me too. “Sesame, what a good surprise! I hope your father knows you’re here.” “Of course,” I said, which wasn’t exactly a lie because he’s always in touch with Someone Who Knows Everything. “Can I come in?” The funny thing about Jeremy’s room was that I never came in direct contact with the floor.
