Wolf Moon, Part VII

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    Beep. Beep. Beep.
    I slap the snooze button on top of my alarm clock, blinking away dreams of waking up on the forest floor in my pajamas. I hate when I remember just snippets of my dreams and can't put together the whole story. Regardless, I fall back asleep almost instantly.
    Beep. Beep. Beep.
    I slam down the snooze again, waking up and gasping for air. I was dreaming about plunging into shockingly cold water. I sit up, shaking my head to clear it. I was definitely awake now. Leaning over, I turn the alarm clock off. I whip the blankets off and stumble into the bathroom. I didn't have the energy to shower last night, so now I have to this morning. I pull my hair up into a bun and take the quickest shower humanly possible. I shouldn't have hit snooze so many times. After tossing on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a white t-shirt. I go to wake Scott up only to find his window wide open and his bed empty.
"Has Scott McCall finally figured out how to get up at a reasonable time?" I ask teasingly, peeking into his room. My eyebrows pull together in confusion. I had expected him to be in here, getting ready. Is he actually downstairs already? "Scott?" I call, walking into the kitchen.
There's no cereal left out or bowls in the sink. His shoes are still by the door, too. I hurry back to my room, checking my phone to see if Scott texted me where he was going. As I pass by his room, I hear his alarm going off. I peek back inside. Just as I determine he's still not there, I hear the front door open. Sighing in annoyance, I make my way back downstairs. Scott stands there in his pajamas, soaking wet. Something about his pajamas and him being wet remind me of my dreams, but I ignore it.
"Where were you?" I ask, irritated.
"In - in the woods," Scott says. "I think I sleepwalked."
"Is it raining out?" I ask, glancing at the window. There was no evidence of rain, present or past.
"No," Scott shakes his wet hair. "No, I jumped in someone's pool."
"While sleepwalking?" I confirm. I arch an eyebrow in confusion.
"Never mind," Scott shakes his head, trudging upstairs.

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