I woke up feeling like I’d just come back from a desert trek—my throat was dry as hell. A quick glance at the wall clock made my jaw drop.
10:30 PM.
I sat up, holding my throbbing head like it owed me money. No wonder I felt like a zombie. I must’ve knocked out hard and missed dinner, too. Now here I was—starving and parched.
“Screw it,” I mumbled, sliding off the bed.
No way was I gonna survive the night like this. I cracked open the door and peeked out. The hallway was dead silent, with half the lights out, giving it major haunted mansion vibes. I padded barefoot down the corridor, trying not to make a sound.
When I finally reached the kitchen, the fridge was my first stop. I grabbed a cold bottled water like it was gold, twisted the cap, and chugged it like a college kid at a frat
