I wake up groggily the next morning, feeling well rested and slothful. Looking around Dmitri’s bedroom, I find that it’s empty; I’m the only one in the bed; the sheets knotted and twisted around my body. My head throbs a little and my neck feels stiff. Other than that, there’s not much to complain about. I guess I won’t be needing Irene’s check-up for a second time after all.
I slip out of the bedroom after poking around his wardrobe and drawers for absolutely no reason. The hallway is quiet, and feels so empty as my footsteps echo. Dmitri’s room is not very far from mine, but the whole area always has this isolated, secluded feel that makes me feel eerily peaceful.
I try to remember the date. Saturday; it’s the weekend so I expected a little more noise and a little more commotion around
