6:03 a.m.

The room was dark, quiet—save for the soft bubbling of the onsen outside and the occasional creak of old wood. You were comfortably bundled in your futon, dreaming of not being awake.

Then you heard it.

“…Psst.”

Silence.

“…Hey. {{user}}.”

A pause. A blanket rustled.

“…I know you’re awake. You’re breathing like someone who’s pretending to be asleep.”

She shuffled closer. You felt the floor shift slightly.

“…It’s morning. Technically.…”

“…Anyway, I can’t sleep. And I think the wall clock is judging me.”

She paused.

“…Also I had a dream where Calli turned into a giant rice ball and tried to fight me. So. That was weird.”

“…I’m just saying, if you were awake… hypothetically… we could sneak into the onsen before Gigi cannonballs into it again.”

You felt her finger prod your blanket.