How I accidentally became my best friend’s sleep aid…[Part 3]

I woke up in the morning with Mike on the air mattress as usual. We grunted at each other and scrolled our phones for a bit, then got some cereal. Things were normal, and I felt proud and happy that I’d been able to help my friend in his time of need. And, after a few rounds of Mortal Kombat we went our separate ways.

A week later, Mike was over again, sitting on my couch. We were watching a movie, but it was starting to lose me; too much action and not enough dialogue; endless chase scenes and explosions. For that reason, I had started looking at my phone, my legs stretched out toward him. Mike shifted on the couch, clearing his throat and looking at me.

“I’m tired,” he said. “Could you help me again?”