back home

"I better check on Liza and her girlfriends," I say to myself as I head back home.

When I arrive home, it appears deserted. I check Liza's room but find no one. I decide to finish my midterm grades and proceed to the study.

I retrieve my laptop from the drawer and position it on the table. The house appears too silent for my taste. I turn on some jazz music the open the Excel file I was working on last night.

A sudden thud and some feminine laughter jolts me to the realization that I had fallen asleep.