ALEXANDER

I stretched lazily and gently stood up.

"Old friend," I groaned, tapping Andrew who seemed like he had no plans of waking up that day.

"What?" He muttered and turned in the other direction to continue from where he had stopped.

"Oh, don't do that; wake up, please; I need to change. I'm a mess."

He opened one eye, "Sleep, I bet you haven't slept peacefully like this in years. Just sleep."

He was right; sleep was the only luxury I couldn't afford, except I was with ...