Jefs POV:

I woke up early in the morning. I yawned, sitting up. The blanket slid down from my chest to my lap. I stretched my arms out before I scooted over to the end of the bed. I slid off the bed, walking to the door of my room and exiting the room.

I walked down the hall, my socks padding against the marble floors. I didn't bother to put on any shoes; I was only getting up for water anyways. I walked down the spiral stairs, all the way down to the floor which the kitchen took place on.

I yawned again, entering the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, my breath stopping. There in front of me was Jschlatt. 

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