Lily stared down at the guy sprawled face down on the couch, his nose pressed awkwardly against the cushions. Could he even breathe like that? He hadn't moved an inch since collapsing there half an hour ago, and she wasn't sure whether she should wake him or just let him be. He'd stumbled into the kitchen pantry earlier—so maybe he'd been hungry. But if he hadn't eaten anything since last night, did that mean he'd passed out from exhaustion or was simply being lazy?
How was she supposed to wake him? Tentatively, she called his name, "Cai? Cai?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but the only response she got was a faint, muffled snore. She frowned, leaning in a little closer.
Alright, time to raise the stakes.
"CAI?" she called out more firmly, "Wake up! Your breakfast is getting cold. Do you want it now, or are you planning to sleep through the entire morning?"
