I had fallen asleep on the sofa when I woke up, I found a blanket draped over me. Alex was snoring on the rug, cuddled up with Strawberry. I nudged him and he groaned loudly. "Your floor is so hard, I think I broke my spinal cord."

"Wake up, we have to go places," I said, walking over to the kitchen. I found a cold mug of coffee left from yesterday, I sniffed it. I shoved it in the microwave as Alex opened the fridge.

He wrinkled his nose. "Dude, most of your food is rotting."

"It is?" I was puzzled. "No, that doesn't make sense."

"Looks like it's gone bad for a few days already." Alex's voice had a hint of concern. Does he think I'm not capable? I wanted to protest when the microwave BLEEPED and my coffee was ready. "Let's head out in...fifteen minutes?"

I grabbed my mug and sipped the hot liquid, burning my tongue. "Dang it! But, uhm, yeah, fifteen minutes sounds good to me. We can also bring Strawberry for a walk while we're at it."

He snorted. "You always burn your tongue with your coffee."

"Shut up."