Saturday
When Mel came out of her bedroom in the morning, her glasses not doing much to stop her from sleepily bumping into the wall, Jess was already sitting up on the couch, trying to furiously blink herself awake.
“Morning,” she grumbled, bringing up her hand to rub at her eyes. “Don’t take this the wrong way, the couch is great. I’ve never slept better.”
Mel laughed, watching Jess’ attempts to keep both eyes open at the same time. “I’m glad to hear that.” She turned to the counter to put the kettle on. It ignited in a neon blue light and Mel craned her neck, trying to see where exactly in the cupboard she was hiding the spare mugs.
“I’m just going to rest my head for a moment,” Jess mumbled, leaning back against the arm of the couch, her eyes already closed. “Tell me when the coffe
