Your eyes snap open and stare at the cieling then look towards the window. You grab your phone.

It’s still dark outside, and the time reads perfectly three o’clock.

Sighing tiredly, you step out of your room with bleary eyes and walk to the dark kitchen. Your eyes squint seeing the fridge light shining on your roommate.

He’s drinking orange juice straight out of the carton.

He looks at you and scratches under his shirt as he lowers the carton from his lips. “Someone’s up,” he chuckles.