Looking back, confronting him would have been less agonizing than the wait for him to finish.

The first semester of college had gone pretty well. Up to this point, I seemed to be immune to all the awkward roommate moments that I was warned about. This blissful existence all came crashing when I woke up in the middle of a night in second semester.

This specific night, I awoke from a dream. At the moment I had believed I woke up pretty obvious as I took a gasp for air. Apparently, I didn’t. Being Type 1 diabetic, I also woke up with low blood glucose. Still, lying on my bed I see that my roommate’s corner is lit from his laptop. I think nothing of it and begin to reach for a juice underneath my covers until I hear a noise.

The nose didn’t stop and kept a consistent beat. I then began to fear the moment that I had been so lucky to avoid. It seemed I had walked in or awoken in to my roommate masturbating. In the beginning, I was in denial. I tried to think that it was a very long scratch.

Well, the itch didn’t go away. A few clicks later and the sound of rubbing it out, I still needed the juice for my blood sugar. Instead of telling him I was awake, I stubbornly laid there and waited. Looking back, confronting him would have been less agonizing than the wait for him to finish.

Finally, he finished. It was announced with a loud snap of his underwear. He began to play a movie and at that moment I went for a juice. I’ve never gotten back to sleep faster in my life.

I never confronted him. The next day, it did cross my mind if I should validate my suspicion. A discussion between him and a friend about celebrity pictures that my roommate looked at last night occurred and it seemed reason enough to believe.

The next week I awoke to my alarm with a snap of the underwear and a speedy curl into the sheets.