I couldn't get back to sleep that night, but it didn't matter. The sun was beginning to rise, and I quietly made my way to the kitchen to prepare a cup of coffee.
Stepping out the back of the house for a cigarette, I heard the back door open.
“You're up early,” Adam said as he joined me outside with his own coffee.
“Yeah, I had trouble sleeping,” I replied.
“I heard you talking in your sleep,” he mentioned.
“Was I really that loud?” I asked, feeling puzzled. It seemed odd since we were in separate rooms and both our doors were closed. How could he have heard me?
“Yeah, there was some noise. I even checked on you at one point because I thought you might be having an argument with someone on the phone,” he explained.
“No. My phone's been on silent. It has been for days,” I replied.
