The next morning I woke up and sat up in the bed slowly, when I looked at the nightstand, there was a bottle of water and my bottle of Tylenol. So I took one before getting put of the bed and walking to the restroom. I did my business and brushed my teeth. My hair was kind of a mess but I didn't care. I walked down the stairs wincing at the pain a little bit but it wasn't completely unbearable like yesterday. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I heard snoring coming from the couch. I walked quietly over to it and saw Morgan half way off of it and his legs off the end.
"Morgan." I said not too loud. "Morgan, wake up." He stirred a little then looked up at me.
"Morning," He said and sat up.
"Why are you on the couch?" I said moving to sit on thenother couch.
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