Patrick.
Rolling over, he heard a very loud crinkling noise in his ear. With his senses returning, Patrick felt something sticking to his cheek. Opening his eyes, he snatched the thing from his face and held it out in front of him, waiting for his eyes to focus and the sleep to fully leave him. It was a purple sticky note. In clear, sweeping letters, he read, “Didn’t want to wake you, but meet me downstairs when you wake up.”
Trying to contain his excitement, Patrick jumped from the bed with newfound energy. He quickly showered and got dressed into shorts and a light t-shirt; and not even twenty minutes later, he was practically running down the stairs. As he turned the corner, he was hit with intense emotion. Laid out before him was a huge spread of food. The counter was covered in a re
