You, and your group of 6 friends have been getting transported to the Phantom Realm, where you can't really get much sleep, so the mornings are always rough. Aiden and Tyler were rough-housing by the fridge, bumping into stuff, flour spilled on them. Logan was mixing the batter in the bowl, Taylor watching him. Ben was cooking on the stove. And Ashlyn was drinking a cup of coffee, staring blankly as her mind was exhausted. You were next to her, sitting on the table.