After that I forgot everything, until suddenly I discovered myself awake again.
Things seemed strange as I slowly turned my head on the pillow and blinked up with half-opened eyes.

The dormitory seemed hot and stuffy; somebody or something was making a noise, and I wished they would stop.
I could see nothing, except the hazy outline of my shirt hanging on the back of the chair, and even that seemed to come and go as I watched it.
I was indisposed to move, and my mind was half asleep still.

The one thing I did long for was for the noise to stop and some one to open a window.

It was simply choking; I could hardly breathe, and-- Suddenly my shirt seemed to turn red, and by the lurid light it emitted I could see smoke coming over the top of the door.

Then the side of the room grew red too, and seemed to close in on me, getting redder and redder as it did so, till finally by a frantic effort I raised myself in my bed and yelled-- "Fire!" The answer was a great volume of smoke, which leapt out at me like a savage beast and sent me back on to the pillow; a deafening roar outside, and a sudden blaze, which half-blinded me and stifled the cry that was on my lips.
That is all I can remember distinctly.