The night of last week and I'm sitting in my bed. It's about 115 a.m. I've got a laptop on my lap. I'm looking at my lap. I'm looking at the screen.

A little fun fact about me.

I don't really like my laptop ever to be like the dimmest setting,

even if I'm in a pitch black room.

I kind of like it bright all the time.

Oh, that somewhat factors into this.

Interesting. Okay. Yeah. I hear some movement out on the hallway. I assume like Isaac just like left his room to like go to the restroom in the hall or something, but I don't know I'm'm not really thinking about much. And then I hear like someone enter my room.

Like it just, it sounds, I left my door open that night too.

I don't know why I left my door open, but I did.

Yeah, it just sounds like someone's in my room. I't see them at all but you know just like you can't see because you have the brightness on you so it's harder to see the darkness exactly I'm like squinting so hard but I'm like I'm almost positive someone's like in my door frame right now.

This is kind of weird, but I assume it's Isaac because it would make way more sense that he would be

awake at this time.

So I'm just kind of sitting there waiting for Isaac to tell me something like why he's in my room like

dad I had a bad dream or something yeah yeah and then out of Greg's mouth I hear my

bad but he's like still just standing there like a very serious very solemn what my bad

So I don't say anything I because I'm just alarmed I was like I was

expecting this be Isaac why is Greg like not a positive it was Greg or were you like

maybe there's some other I couldn't see I could see like the faint outline of

like boxers I was like that doesn't help me and I mean fake. Not a lot going on.

And I was fruit in those looms. I didn't know what to say. I just froze. I was like, oh, so I guess that's Greg?

And I'm trying to process what's going on.

And then he just kind of, then he kind of like chuckles. He's like,

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