No, now you're awake you know it will take forever to go back to sleep.

You stay in the living room and turn the TV on, letting the laugh track of some sitcom rerun drown out the noise of the pipes creaking to supply water for Andy's shower.

Eventually the bathroom door opens and Andy steps out.

"Oh crap," he says, moving his hands to cover his crotch. "I thought you'd gone back to bed." He grins sheepishly.