The next day I was woken up by birds chirping and the sun in my face. I still felt tired, and I didn't want to wake up yet, so I just laid still, hoping that if I tried long enough I would fall asleep again.
"You snore like a boar," I heard coming from the corner of the room. Good morning to you too, I thought. How did he even know I was awake? I made no effort of moving; I just pretended I didn't hear him. Man, last night was one hell of a ride. It had been such an eventful day, and It hurt my head even to try wrapping my head around it.
"I know you are awake; get dressed," he commanded, and I huffed, opening my eyes.
"How did you know?" I asked, clearing my throat as it was a bit dry. I peeked over at him, and he sat there with his legs crossed, reading a book. It was weird seeing
