As I awoken dazed I lifted myself onto my elbows and squinted as a

black silhouetted figure approached me, hand extended as if offering

some condolences for my current condition. I grabbed anxiously for

the shadow's hand and fell back into the dark abyss that is

unconsciousness. When I woke up this time it was because I was being

shaken and tossed around in what felt like a coffin. Actually the rocking

sensation usually comforted me. It seemed eerily similar to the long car

rides to New Orleans for the Mardi Gra celebrations.

But something was keeping me from careening off the side of the

somewhat open casket into the less stuffy feeling atmosphere. Groaning

I didn't want to leave my pleasant half-awake half-asleep state to open

my eyes to see what the object was. On top of that my head was still

throbbing like, well honestly like a person who had just sustained a

concussion. I really am to lazy for my own good like Alex always says.

Alex… I heavily sighed.

Grunting I pushed my procrastinating personality aside and stretched

my arms and legs in such a manner it made me look like a black and

blue star! Suddenly an audible thud reverberated off the walls of the bed

causing my eyes to pop open in shock and realization I wasn't alone.

While trying to move my legs I noticed that they were tangled in a

raggedy but soft blue blanket (I always was a roller in my sleep.) I

cautiously peeked out what I now realized was a three walled bunk

bed. A moan averting my attention to the real problem a brunette boy

laying face down on the slightly swaying floor… in his boxers. DEAR

GOD WHAT DID I DO BEFORE I BUMPED MY HEAD?!?!?!?!!!?!!

Authors note- Thank you all for reminding me about this story I abandoned.