To be perfectly honest, I had no idea when I even fell asleep. But all I knew for sure was that I was still spread out across the bed with a half-eaten pop tart in my hand. That, and I soon became aware of the banging coming from other portions of the house. I knew Shelly was an early bird - I could see through the curtains that the sunlight was just barely streaming through - but she was really up this early on a weekend? Wait. Was it a weekend? I didn't even know anymore. Who cared anyways?
"Risette, are you up yet?" I heard the girl say after a few repetitive knocks. "Yeah..." It took me a minute or two to finally pull myself up out of bed and walk over to the door. With a quick flip of the lock and a swift twist of the handle, the door eased open with it's on will. "I made you breakfast. But I've gotta get going to school. You can stay here, okay Risette?"
With a slight nod and a shy thank you, she dashed out of the door, leaving me here alone. I sighed. When I walked out into the dining room, I found a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon sitting on a plate just as she said. I threw my old pop-tart into the trash and took a seat at the table, quickly gulping down each and every speck of the food. It wasn't until after I was finished that I realized just how tired I still was; I had a long and far from pleasurable night, after all, I thought with a groan. So of course, I ended up finding myself laying back on that same bed, though I had enough energy to at least put covers over my body this time.