If there was one thing I despised more than failing a mission, it's when someone messes with my sleep.
Hair messy and still exhausted, I reluctantly drag myself down the satires and into the door.
Through the peep hole, outside stood Tyson grinning brightly in front of the house.
What's this i***t doing here?
The sun hasn't even come out yet.
I'm more than willing to leave the man hanging as revenge for disturbing my nap. But unfortunately, that won't happen today. Or anytime soon.
Silently swallowing my agony, I grab the KNOB and bring the door to an open. Swinging it wide with one go.
"About time." Tyson steps in and familiarly finds the kitchen. There he starts stashing instant noodles, bottled water, and other groceries into the fridge.
"What are you.....doing here?" I yawn.
