Suddenly, a small voice rang out in the corner of my consciousness.
"... Hmm?"
That voice gradually made my originally groggy head become clear. I moved my body and lifted my heavy eyelids, finding myself burying my face in the familiar pillow.
"Ah, eh? When did I fall asleep?"
I stretched out my arm from under the quilt that covered up to my shoulders and touched my not-quite-awake forehead with my hand. Seeing the lifted arm, I realized that I was still wearing the clothes I had when I came back.
I frowned and looked around the room. At a glance, I saw my coat and tie hanging on the hanger.
But—.
"When did I fall asleep? After eating the bento with Blake and cleaning up... I remember seeing Blake enter the kitchen."
My memory suddenly cut off there. Did I just fall asleep like this? Then what about Blake?
