Tom wakes up at 6 a.m.
Kevin usually wakes up around 8 a.m., but after hearing him turn off his alarm multiple times, I finally woke him up at 9 a.m. He got up, ate cereal and then went downstairs to shower and change. He was ready to leave at 10.
Me: Hey, are you still going to be home around 6?
Kev: Probably not.
Me (whiny): But Kevin…
Kev: Well, think of it this way, at least I got to spend time this morning here.
Me (confused): When you were sleeping?
And that’s why Kevin has a black eye.*
*Okay, he doesn’t have a black eye. He did in my daydream, though.