I woke up with my cheek flat on the floor. After a few seconds, I realized that I fell asleep during last night's study session.
There was a blanket over me. Gene must have placed it while I was sleeping.
Come to think of it, I always wake up with a blanket over me every time I fall asleep outside my room. Was it his doing?
From the corner of my eye, I saw Gene sleeping soundly on his bed. I crawled nearer to have a better view.
He's so cute.
I poked his cheek.
"What are you doing, Beatrice?" Gene sleepily rubbed his eye.
"Good morning," I greeted him.
"Do we have school today?"
"Nope."
"Goodnight." He went back to sleep.
Typical Gene. Married to his bed.
I got up and accidentally lost my footing. My shoulder slammed against the closet.
"Ouch..."
I glanced at Gene. He didn't move at all. I could hear a faint snore.
A hat dropped from the closet. I picked it up.
A conductor hat? I feel like I've seen this somewhere.