He rolled over, pressing the pillow into his head.
She rolled her eyes and poked him, “Hey! Come on, wake up!” When he didn’t move, she jumped on top of him, shaking his shoulders, “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
He sat straight up – her falling into his lap – eyes flinging open, wildly looking around the room, “What? What is it? What’s wrong?”
She giggled and kissed his cheek before climbing out of bed, tugging on his hand as she started toward the door, “Come on.”
His brows furrowed, “Where?”
“You’ll see,” she led him down the stairs and out of the front dor.
“Uhm,” he hesitated at the door, making her turn, “Can I put some clothes on first?”
She gave him a once over before continuing, “You’re fine in your pants.”
“But,” he rushed forward with a hard tug, when did she get so strong? “Where are we going? It’s not even light out.”
“Duh,” she led him down their street before cutting through the old storage buildings’ parking lot, “Of course there’s no light, it’s 3am.”
“You woke me up at 3am to drag me to the storage building? … Why?”
She led them to a small alley toward the back of the parking lot, situated between the two halves of the facility before jumping up to pull down the fire escape ladder. It hit the ground with a loud crash, making him jump, well I’m definitely awake now.
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