I think a fight broke out or maybe the police arrived. Either way, I remember everyone having to escape through my bedroom window. I remember hustling them all out of the bedroom and down the stairs of my building, strangers mostly, more even than I'd noticed when the party was at full swing. I watched them all closely to make sure they didn't steal any of my books, but the green-eyed singer never went through. She must have known another way out.
Or at least that's how it happened in my dream last night.
