After I took a shower, dried my hair, and straightened it—since it always got out of control when it was wet—I walked back to the bedroom. Connor had changed all the bedding and put the sweaty sheets in the wash.
“You didn’t have to do all that,” I said.
“I don’t mind. Do you want something to eat, or would you prefer to get some rest?” he asked.
“I think I might just get some rest for now,” I replied.
“Alright. Well, sleep tight, and I’ll be in the other bedroom if you need anything,” he said.
“Thank you,” I responded.
Connor left and closed the door behind him. I lay down on the bed, but I didn’t want to sleep too much because I didn’t want to be awake all night. It would just create an endless cycle of staying up all night and sleeping all day.
Deciding against sleep, I got up an
