The next morning, I was awoken by something. It was these consistent knocks on the door. I groaned in frustration.  I can't stand it yet.  I'm still tired.  I covered my head with a pillow as I tried to get much sleep."Cos! Cos!"  Paris screamed in succession as he knocked louder and louder.I closed my eyes tightly.  "Leave me alone, Paris. I'm tired," I complained to him, hesitating whether to get up and open the door for him. Especially to stop him from screaming my name."Let's go! Come on!"  His deep, flat voice is enough to make my eyes wide open. How come I could get the sleep I want? "You don't want to be left behind, do you?"But I’m not in the mood especially from what happened last night.  I'm fine with that idea.  "Just go. I don't— I— just leave me alone."  I took another deep breath. Can’t say that I'm super tired. How I wish it's that easy to tell him that I