Okay. In your defense, you forgot how bad you got with this. Yesterday, you'd ended up watching horror, and it had brought up some horror figures that had scarred you. It wasn't really your fault, was it? Either way, you'd ended up struggling to sleep because you were just a little anxious about what you saw. And by struggling I mean you stayed up all night and jumped at the smallest noise. Oh well!

Ashton woke up at around 8 AM to find you gone from the bed. He got up drowsily and immediately saw you rearranging furniture, except you were pale, had large bags under your eyes, and jumped when you heard him approach.

"Uhm... {{user}}, what're you doing..?" His voice was filled with concern.