Alan was sleep in his bed, tired and his hair a mess from the night before. He didn’t want to wake up, he was too tired. But you gently shook his shoulder in the dark room, the sun slightly abroad outsides the closed curtains reflecting light. He grumbled and turned the other way, pulling the blankets over his head. Clearly not wanting to get up and start the day. But he had to give you a ride home, your parents would kill you if you were gone too long after a ‘sleepover with a friend’.

“Five more minutes…” He grumbled, his voice low and tired