Bunkmate Bedlam

Summary

It happened again.

The rhythmic creaking of the old wooden bunk above me, groan-crying under the weight of two people, made it impossible for me to sleep.

Staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling, I grabbed my phone.

[Harry]: These damn roommates. Do they ever plan on letting anyone sleep?

A faint vibration came from the bed next to mine. A second later, a message from Kevin popped up.

[Kevin]: Right? [Kevin]: Hey, you want to crash over here, Harry?

That was exactly what I was waiting for.

I hopped down, shuffled into my slippers, and climbed onto his bed.