My roommate sleeptalked at 2am, screaming ever so loudly "Aahhhh! Help me!", and of course I was awoken in shock. I wondered if he's ok and thought about what he might have dreamt for a second, and went back to sleep.
I woke up in the morning and he's gone. Ah okay, he's probably alive and fine, I thought.
So I left that for work, errands, school stuff and looked forward to getting home.
Back in my apartment, I found a note posted on my pantry. It was from my roommate, saying he hoped he did not wake me up, and that there's chocolate cake for me in the fridge. ;-) Alleluia.
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pamish!!! guy roommate mo??? haha
landlord - to be exact! :) oh, and over here, we say "roommate" when it really means apartment-mate. haha!
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