After the long night that we had had yesterday, we had all just gone to our respective homes and we had left it at that. I was thankful that today was Sunday, because it meant that we had no outward responsibilities that would force me out of bed—essentially meaning that I would be able to lay in bed until I felt like I had recuperated from the previous night.
I hadn’t paid much attention to them, but I had been able to pick up on the fact that Monica and Colin had shared the same tired expressions that I had been sporting, and it was only acceptable that they would also stay in bed as late as they did. I knew that they were polar opposites, so chances would be more likely that one of them was awake and one of them was not.
But as much as I wanted to think about them, I couldn’t deny t
