That was the first night I didn't sleep well since coming here.
I opened my eyes, not feeling myself being held, and I also didn't hear the shower, indicating that Henry was near.
It was silent—so silent that it was as if I was utterly alone.
I turned my head a bit too hastily to look for Henry when I saw him sitting on his bed, staring at me sideways while holding his legs, with his head on his knees.
It looked strange with a body as big as his, but more importantly, having someone staring at you without making a sound nearly scared the life out of me.
"Fuck, you scared me." At least now I am awake.
I stood up and groggily walked to the closet; if I had seen it right, today we would again have some running on the track field, and I am not going to shower twice if I have to do so later anyway.
The closet was on the same wall as Henry's bed, while on my side was the door to the bathroom.
I opened the closet and froze.
No one stuck to me, no 'good morning', nothing.
