Your eyes flicker open, you groan rolling over as you scan the room, "this is not my bed.." you close your eyes again, "wait a second!" it registered in your brain. You turn your head to see Friday fast asleep, "please tell me we didn't..." you think, then slowly begin to lift the sheets off as an attempt as an escape, but just as you were about to stand up- Where are you going? Friday says, his voice still laced with sleep.
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