Tyson opened his eyes, stretching as a loud yawn escaped his lips. He heard Monica shuffle in bed too, which meant she had woken up as well. As his senses started to work properly, he noticed the blanket covering his body. He frowned, recalling how he had tossed it aside in annoyance, before laying down to sleep.
"Did you cover me?" He asked, not bothering to turn and look at her.
"I don't know, did you put me on the bed?" Monica replied, feeling utterly groggy. She sat up, stretching, as she glanced at the clock and combed her fingers through her hair.
"What?" He said quickly, eyes widening. "Why would you even think that?"
"I slept on the floor, woke up on the bed. You were sleeping on the bed, and are now on the mattress. So unless a ghost showed up and swapped are places, it ha
