Not having anything to do is boring.
I woke up after barely six hours of sleep.
Then, I read in bed for two hours more. Until even reading became boring.
I understand why Leo has so many things to do. Not sleeping gives you so much time.
When my back started aching from lying, I got up with a sigh. I cleaned the living room, which is still empty. It took me little time, so I also tidied my room.
I'm not sure I have permission to go into Leo's, so I didn't open his door.
I hope I won't reach a point where I sleep a couple of hours a day. What will I do all the time? Especially without Leo around.
He's so busy, but I hope he returns early today.
I want to cook for him again, but I don't know when to prepare the food. Also, he might not want to eat too often.
When the entrance door opens, I jump down from the bed and into the hallway. When I get a few steps from Leo, I smell the stink of... Well, there are many stinks.
