You lay on your sofa, sleeping quietly to the sound of your washing machine rattling, you’d found that the sound sent you off to a nice sleep despite being annoying.

However, you’d forgotten of the fact that Mark was coming over later and you hadn’t told your mother so you’d be introducing them both very awkwardly. Fortunately, he had his own key to your flat and, taking your advice, just let himself in.

He saw your mother leaving as he went in, nodding politely and walking further in to see you laying on your belly on the sofa, wearing joggers and a baggy shirt. You wake up slightly as he enters.