That night, Wes got the best sleep he’d had in ages. He didn’t even remember going to bed. All he knew was that the minute his eyes closed for good, he was out like a light. Waking up the morning after was a slow affair, and for a minute, Wes let his body naturally switch on while he kept his eyes resting. He was so comfortable, wherever he was, that he frankly didn’t want to move. From what he could gather, he’d fallen asleep on top of a lumpy bed that conformed to his arms and legs as if it was made for him. His face was resting in some kind of pocket, and the leftover taste of beer and cold pizza was starting to stir his mind. He was so comfortable, Wes was considering just going back to sleep for the rest of the morning.
And then his bed snored.
Wesley’s head shot up like a rocket an
