Hmm . . . the afternoon class?
I was back in the dorms without any problems and still found that Thomas was curled on his bed.
"Thomas?" I called him.
When there was no response, I let him be.
Maybe he was asleep.
I placed the food on the table and went to bed as well.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a quick nap.
I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep because of the things that were bugging my mind, but the moment my back lay on the mattress and with a full tummy, not to mention the fair weather, I slept like a log.
When I came too, I woke up at the sound of Thomas calling my name.
"Cross. Cross."
I groggily woke up and rubbed my eyes. My vision was still blurred before they steadied at Thomas's worried face.
"What's up?" I yawned.
"Aren't you going to your afternoon class?" he asked, worried. "It's almost 2 in the afternoon."