Someone’s elbow hits me in the neck, roughly waking me up. Narrowing my eyes against the sunlight shining through the window just above my bed, I turn my head to the side and find Haru in a troublesome position.
Haru’s head is awkwardly wedged between the corner of the wall and the headboard. Her elbow digs into my neck, and one leg is draped across my stomach. I’d forgotten that Haru is an energetic sleeper—she shifts around a lot and ends up in the strangest positions.
Gently, I push her leg off me and throw my legs over the edge of the bed to sit up. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I yawn. Judging by the sunlight pouring through the window, it’s probably around noon. We should get up. My stomach definitely agrees with that idea.
While getting up, I give Haru a shake to wake her, but
