Eddie crawled out of bed, his eyes still closed and lips pulled apart as he let out a big yawn. Even though his eyes were closed, he knew it was way past seven that Saturday morning. He smacked his lips and made his way to the sitting room, his eyes still closed.
Normally this would have been worrying, but Edward Blue Sharpe knew this apartment by heart. When he finally got to the sitting room he opened his eyes, fingers reaching up to remove evidence of sleep from the crook of his eyes. He took in the scattered living room, the shoes littered around, a sky blue gown hanging over the couch and finally smiled when he sees Matty’s sleeping form curled up on the sofa, his long hair spread out partially on the pillow and spilling on to the ground.
Instead of waking his friend up, Eddie slowl
