“Wait. What?” Mike was instantly awake. He glanced at the empty bed, squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them and stared at the bed. The hallucination didn’t disappear which meant, more or less, that this was real. “How?”
“Door?” Suggested Nick, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“Locked still…this is the sort of door that you’ll need a key to relock from the outside, right?” Zach yawned too, because yawning was among one of the most contagious things in the world, after bad jokes and really weird fashion trends.
“Yeah,” yawned Mike. “Window’s fine? And stop yawning, whoever started it.”
“Window locked,” confirmed Zach, stifling another yawn. “And that would be you and I can’t stop it so I’ll just wander back to my room and sleep before I fall flat on my face, ‘k?”
“What, you’re not gonna stay?” asked Nick, throwing the pillow back where it was suppose to be, before it attacked him.
“I doubt sleeping’ll help with the falling, but keep trying, Zach,” said Mike at the same time, trying to get his hair seated in an orderly fashion and failing.
“If the girl’s well enough to decide to sneak out on her own, and that’s what I’m assuming happened, then there’s no point in me staying around. Not to mention,” Zach struggled with another yawn, lost the fight, and yawned enormously. “An’ I’m pretty much useless until I get more sleep anyway. And thanks,” he added over his shoulder for Mike’s benefit as he trudged out the door.
“Of course,” said Mike, stretching and wincing as half of the muscles in his back declared war against the other half. “See ya.”
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