It's been two weeks since that awful day. My life was now work and work. I was almost done with my book. But I needed to sleep. I haven't been sleeping.
It was 2 am and I ended up falling asleep on the desk. I was very tired to walk to my bedroom. This was comfy too. I think.
I woke up around 10 am and I was in my bedroom. Did I sleepwalk? I went to do my routine then went downstairs. The table was set and there was pancakes, bacon and coffee.
"You're full of surprises. You protect me, you're a great driver and you can cook. Anything else?" I asked while sitting on the chair.
"If I tell you It would be unprofessional." He gave me a devilish smirk. Oh boy. "But since you've been busy, I figure I would make breakfast. I am your bodyguardoommate. I can't just sit around and do nothing."
