ANDY
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that I wasn’t on the sofa. I blinked at the ceiling, disoriented, then slowly pushed myself upright.
I wasn’t in the living room; I was in my bedroom.
For a few seconds, I simply stared around the room, trying to piece together how I’d gotten there.
I remembered watching Disney Plus with Kal. I remembered the ridiculous amount of snacks he’d bought and the warmth of the blanket around my legs. After that, everything became hazy.
I didn’t remember finishing the movie. I certainly didn’t remember getting into bed.
I threw the covers back, climbed out, and padded toward the bedroom door. The apartment was quiet, and when I stepped into the living room, I stopped.
The entire mess from last night was gone.
The empty bowls and wrap
