C21 MML 21

"Ina," Roy whispered, gently tapping my cheek.

I woke up and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

"Gross, your drool. It's not enough that it's stale, but it's dripping too," he said, wrinkling his nose as I quickly wiped my face. I shot him a disapproving look.

"Get down. You're just sleeping," he said with a laugh.

Still groggy, I got out of the car and looked around