The clock read 3 a.m. as you slipped out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, the quiet hum of the night settling around you.

You opened the fridge, reaching for the carton of milk you’d been craving—when a voice behind you shattered the silence.

You flinched, your heart skipping a beat as you spun around. Standing there, watching you with a knowing look, was your football roommate.

“Can’t sleep, huh?”