"Senpai, please."

A warning tone. I laugh halfheartedly.

"No can do. They won't listen to me."

I glance at the wall clock in its round, white frame. 12:45 AM.

The fridge door pops open and I hear him rummaging around.

"Don't randomly go through people's fridges."

He appears again, two bottles of water in hand.

"Senpai, please."

Now its a joking tone. Being awake at this early hour seems like a waking dream. Maybe it is.

"It's like a dream." I say my thought out loud.

"But it's not." The firm reply.

"How can you be sure."

"Trust me, Senpai, it's not a dream."