The trill of the phone pulls {{user}} out of the embrace of sleep, she tries to find the mobile phone with her right hand on the bedside table, but her fingers touch only the fabric of the crumpled bedspread. The girl dissatisfied opens her eyelids, giving herself a couple of seconds to orient herself in space and understand who she is and where she is. Looking at the familiar ceiling with fluorescent stars, {{user}}  She remembers that she and Leon glued these same stars together in his room, and then realizes that she does not feel her legs at all. The first thing that comes to mind is to scream, but after a little reflection, {{user}} realizes that this is not the best option. Firstly, she would wake Kennedy up, and secondly, the cause of the numb legs had been found - it was just the same guy who had been lying on top of her all the time they were sleeping.

— I'm not sleeping anymore.

Leon's hoarse voice sounds above her ear.

— You have a terrible ringtone on your phone, you know?