The sun's rays flashed through the window of the room. I sat up to get a clearer view of the whole room but my vision was blurred and my head was a little woozy. The closet was near the bed and the headboard had two lamps near it. I can't help but think this setting was all too familiar. I moved to the side of the bed to stand up when I caught sight of Joe's head. My feet had almost stepped on him but luckily I had noticed him. He was lying down, sleeping on the floor. A comforter that looked less comfier than what I used surrounded him whilst a small pillow supported his sleeping head. I threw myself silently back to the bed, breathing in the air and trying to piece up the events last night that obviously resulted in me sleeping on Joe's bed.