As I lift up and off the carpet for the third time since getting out of bed, I think now would be an excellent time to take stock of Alexa’s life.

Apparently, she has a nosey roommate that paws at locked doors like a cat, and she’ll probably come back up here if I take too long. And if that’s not bad enough, I still can’t find Alexa’s phone, so I’m not even sure how to get back to my dorm!

…But at least that mystery lady didn’t see this perverted train wreck of a morning, barging in as I practically hulked out of her nightgown. I’m not about to walk out of here looking like Alexa spent the night as a werewolf.