23

"Jesus Christ," I mumble as I wake up. The sun is shining directly on me through the crack of the black curtains. Wait a second, my curtains are white, not black. I give my eyes a little bit more time to adjust before I look at my surroundings. Right by the bed is a small black nightstand with a lamp, next to the window is a small desk with stacks of paper on it, not to far away is a large dresser, then a closet door, straight in front of the bed there is a large TV mounted on the wall, at the foot of the bed there is a large brown box. Once I look past the TV I stop my breathing for a second. This is Leon's room. I may hardly come in here but most of the time I have to put Leon's laundry away otherwise it'll sit on the dryer for weeks.

Then it occurs to me that I should probably look to see if Leon is next to me. I probably still have a little bit of alcohol in my system or my headache isn't letting me think straight. With one quick glance I realize that Leon is definitely