The next morning I awoke to a massive headache as the sun slipped through the broken blinds of our dorm room. I tried pulling the sheets over my head, only to find that I had no sheets. I grasped around, trying to locate the sheets. I did find them eventually…wrapped around Mark, who was lying halfway under my bed. I squeezed my eyes shut in desperation. I tried to remember what I did after I got home last night. Surely I didn’t…? No, I couldn’t have. Mark was my best friend, and I’m pretty sure I’d remember if we did…that.

I roll out of bed and start gently kicking him in the side, the kicks getting ever more brutal until he started moaning at me to stop it.

“Mark, get your lazy ass up!â€? I whisper screamed at him.

“Wha-?â€? He looked at me with one eye still closed. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s only,â€? he looks at the clock, “four in the afternoon.â€?

“I know damn well what time it is! But what I don’t know is why you are in my dormroom wearing nothing but boxers!â€?