Unless you Open Sesame

I supposed a more strictly narrative account of this particular happening would be sorta fun.

I woke up cold in two different senses. First, I awoke immediately and suddenly. Second, I was frigid. I peered out of the beautifully etched window of my bedroom's balcony; I relished the cold air that consistently conglomerates there. It sharpened what small part of me still wanted to groggily lie back in bed. I was going home in an hour, and was perhaps a bit too excited. My sister was still asleep. We'd had a great talk the night before and I didn't want to further decrease her already limited sleep by saying goodbye again in the early hours of the morning. I carried my backpack down the steep, steamed stairs and waited for a few moments. I always conducted this little ritual when leaving our home in Spring City. I stood in a room of my choosing -today the parlor - and listened to the steady, unruffled rhythm of the house. I tried my very hardest to align my own physical and mental rhythm with it - hoping that when I left this time (every time) I would retain a bit of that precious pace: that unflustered tranquility, old fashioned poise and ease. My ride arrived, I left the house and looked up. My sister was on the balcony, waving goodbye. I smiled and waved back, silent until I got into the car. Then we were off, and Brittany's wave from the balcony diminished and disappeared. Provo came upon us, all too soon (or not soon enough?) after a fairly rigorous conversation regarding the similarities and differences between woodwind and stringed instruments. I carried myself and my things into my vacant dorm; the only one home. I took a quick shopping trip and then a shower, and while dressing heard the seminal rumbles of life. One of my dormmates was home. I went out to say hello and closed my door, forgetting that my roommate had locked it before her Thanksgiving holiday. After a brief, nearly obligatory conversation, I rounded back to my room. I touched the doorknob and turned. The knob's rotation was stinted - the door was locked. I stared at the door in a minatory manner, hoping to frighten it into opening. Didn't work. "Ooooh no!" I groaned. I resumed my conversation with my dormmate, though this time in earnest. I called someone and griped a bit, still more in an inactive sort of shock than anything. I pounded on my RA's door, called my RA's phone and then repeated the process with my tri-hall advisor. No one was available. I was sort of worried, but then visited the central building, where I was given a blessed spare key. I let myself into my room, grabbed my football ticket, keys, and other various things and unlocked my door knob. Then I headed off to the Utah/BYU game and rooted myself hoarse. It was liberating. Only after the game did I realize that I had forgotten the simplest solution of all: Open Sesame.