“Morning,” Jenna greeted flatly, sitting cross legged on the bed parallel to yours, her eyes fixed on her laptop screen as she typed away, the clacking of the keys serving as a soothing melody for your half asleep mind. The room was fairly quiet outside of that, the dull hum of the motel’s aged ceiling fan providing soft white noise. You groaned, regretting even coming back to the shithole known as Echo, your hometown.

“You snore when you sleep.” She said, her tone so dry it was hard to tell if she was joking or genuinely annoyed by your involuntary habit.