Still dozing in a red bed at the center of my room, I am aware that one roommate is interviewing someone close by. I wake to find only bare white walls; the other roommate has moved and in so doing has taken back her dresser, desk, and couch. When I stumble out to the kitchen, I find the rhythm section of a little-known smooth jazz band taking a break between rehearsals. They advise me to go back to sleep for however long I can because I have a big day ahead of me. But before I do that, I want to find the contents of my dresser.