"Aight," Leslie replied, his voice tinged with excitement, "I'll come by your place and scoop you up in an hour.""No, my parents are home, just meet me at Gestalt in an hour." I suggested before ending the call.Upon returning home, I put on my best façade, greeting my parents and brother with a high-spirited smile, concealing the heartbreak that had been gnawing at me. With cheerfulness, I made a simple sandwich. Slumping into my cozy chair in my room, I casually tossed my backpack onto the floor and sank into my computer chair, watching YouTube while eating.Once I had eaten the sandwich, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness swept over me. It was as if the fatigue I had been suppressing throughout the day finally caught up with me. The world began to blur, and I stumbled to my bed, collapsing in a deep, unplanned slumber. An hour later, I was abruptly roused from my sleep by a series of persistent calls and messages from Leslie. Groggily, I fought my way out of the haze of sleep, gro