Winding Down

     There is a sleepy and peaceful atmosphere around the dormitory. It is Sunday night, 9:54 p.m. and the residents must prepare for the upcoming school day.
     A group of residents are conversing in front of a dorm room on the second floor. There are six of them. Three male and three female. The males; Mr Bigs, wearing a white 'New Mexico State University' t-shirt and black gym shorts; Mr. Slim, wearing a thin red sweatshirt and blue gym shorts; and finally Mr. Talkative, who is also wearing the same as Mr. Bigs but barefoot. The females; Ms. Conversationalist, wearing slim fit jeans, a thin white sweatshirt and black flats; Ms. Illjustcrossmyarms, wearing the same as Conversationalist but has a white T-shirt in place of a sweatshirt; and lastly Ms. Hyper, who is wearing a hot pink T-shirt and short shorts with black flip flops. They all are talking pleasantly with each other with Hyper occasionally bouncing up and down with excitement at something that was said. Bigs seems to be the least energized of the group. He is hardly moving any muscle except occasionally rubbing his chest. It is possible that he spent some time in the gym before visiting his friends here.  Slim and Talkative start laughing with each other over an off-to-the-side conversation. Conversationalist then says something they all seem to agree upon and then the whole group walk off toward the stairs and make their way out the dorm. Mr. Talkative runs back to grab something from the room that he was just in front of and then runs back outside to rejoin his group of friends.
     Various residents walk about the sidewalk and into their rooms. Not many linger outside and start a conversation with another resident. They all seem to just mind their business and prepare to go to sleep.
     It is now 10:15 p.m. and there is only one resident walking back to his dorm room on the third floor: Mr. Tired. He is wearing a black pinstriped button up shirt and dark pants. He sort of lumbers on the sidewalk with a tired expression on his face which is occasionally lighted by the passing lights on the ceiling. At the end of the sidewalk he turns the corner and silently walks into the hall that leads to the neighboring patios' third floor.