I have to admit that as much as I like it, it was a little weird waking up and looking over to see Felix sleeping on my couch. I was so used to waking up alone that hearing him stir made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.
When I didn’t hear him get up, I dare myself to sit up cautiously and peer over the small dividing wall between us. He is still completely passed out. No doubt, he needed the sleep. If he’s been sleeping in the library this whole time, then he’s basically been homeless the entire semester. A pang in my heart makes me lower back down and pull my pillow to my chest to hug it.
How could people be so unkind?