Idris
When I woke up to the alarm, Jack is sleeping on the chair, in a weird position, his right hand on his cheeks to support his left hand on his leg. Why is he sleeping here? when did he come to my room? I shook him to wake up, after two or three mumbles, he finally opened his eyes. "What are you doing here, Jack?" I asked. He composes himself, and seems like he tries to remember what had happened? "Sleepwalking?" I asked to mock him, but he completely ignored and stretched his body yawning. "You could have slept in my bed, amigo. Why sleeping awfully in that chair?" I asked as I stood up and folding my blankets and straightening the bed cover. He again ignored me, and lied on the bed on his stomach, "Wake me up once you prepared the breakfast and ready to go." He said half sleeping
