“Geez, why does this light have to be so bright?” You thought to yourself as you grabbed a glass and poured some warm milk into it.

You were staying over at the Afton’s as a “babysitter” even though you and their eldest son, Michael, were the same age. Hell, both of you were in the same class at school.

“And why aren’t you asleep?” — Michael leaned against the kitchen doorframe, his eyebrow raised.