"Len, it's morning. Get up." Dameon shakes me awake as I groaned and yawned, still groggy from sleep.
"Mm... A little longer..." I rolled onto my sides, curling in my blanket when he drags the blanket off the bed, flipping me onto the bare sheets as I felt the chilly air cling to my skin.
"Can't wait, if we do we're cutting it close to working hours." He folds his arms as I hugged my shoulders while sitting upright.
"Clothes... Ah! My clothes! Didn't I put it for washing since you puked all over it?" I sobered up, staring directly in his direction as he shrugs.
"All the more reason for you to get up and wash your face. I only have your casual wear available. Wear that for now and have Doyle bring some of your work clothes from home. You just need to show your face at work." Dameon brushes the topic off so easily that I was just left staring at his back as he left the room.
