I woke up to darkness. I was still a little tired, but very thirsty. I checked my phone for the time. 4:46.

What the hell? I only slept for about two hours? It felt a bit longer.

I walked through the hallway. I realized this place was small. Kitchen on left, with an open door in between the cabinets, and a living room on the right, with a door by it. I liked the space.

I walked into the kitchen to find a cup. And I couldn't find one. Harry had so many damn cabinets. All I need is one fucking cup.

I realized I had been making a lot of noise and needed to quiet down.

"Anne, what the hell are you doing? A voice sleepily said, and startled me.

It was Harry. I knew it was.

"Where are your damn cups? I can't find them anywhere."

He walked over to me and pulled one out from a cabinet. Out arms brushed in the process.

"There you go. It wasn't that hard, was it?" He smirked.

"It's not my place, Harry. I don't live here!" I pretended to be angry, even though I had a smile on my face.

"Okay, okay, you got me there." He smiled.

I started walking back to the bedroom.

"Goodnight, Harry."

"Actually, it's not nighttime. It is past 12 a.m. and it is the morning. With all that said, Good morning Anne."

That didn't make any sense to me, but I laughed.

I walked into my bedroom, took a sip from the cup, and laid in the bed.

I stared at the ceiling until my eyes closed. I fell asleep into a deep sleep.