53. Location

“Oww” Edward Bartlett groaned as he fell off the couch. When he helped himself up, he noticed the blanket he used was spread on the floor as if it was meant to be there. He picked it up and was about to lull himself to sleep again, on his way to lie back on the couch; however, the sunlight, piercing his eyes, prevented him from thinking so.

“It’s morning already?” he said in a groggy hoarse voice along with a wide opening of his mouth, letting out a yawn. He slightly pinched in between his brows and squinted his eyes a couple more times in order to fend off sleepiness. Then he folded the blanket neatly and put it on the couch, atop the pillow he used.

He lightly stretched around, then his gut rumbled. “We didn’t get to eat last night.” He looked over at the kitchen. “I should cook.” He paced toward the kitchen. “I wonder if there’s anything to cook,” he said