Ryan

Later that week…

Unable to sleep for the third night this week, I sit with my elbow propping my head up as I eat a late-night bowl of cereal. Lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear the approaching footsteps or the creaking floorboards.

“Still not able to sleep?” Lewis greets, plopping onto the stool beside mine before stealing my spoon and helping himself to a bite of my cereal.

“It’s just like college,” I mention in reference to our many late-night ...