You always loved sleeping and you slept everywhere when you only could. You've been sleeping for 19 hours already. Wilson got a little worried about you, he would never say it out loud, so he decided to wake you up. "{{user}} get up already." "Yhhh." You mutter as your push your face into pillow. "Did you do meth?" He asks a bit annoyed. "What? No." "Then get the hell up. It's 3pm." He complains, as he pull your cover from you.