Matt was hardly able to sleep soundly. He kept tossing and turning on the futon and he wasn't all that sure why. He thought it was probably because he stayed up too late, but he still felt weary. He was able to get about five hours of bed rest before he woke up at 6:45. 

Matt was able to find the bathroom and find a spare toothbrush to use, so he freshened up before making his way into the kitchen. He didn't have any belongings with him except his wallet, and his mother said she'd mail his things up in about a week. He sighed not knowing what else to do other than to try to make something to eat. When he peered into the fridge there wasn't all that much in there, but it wasn't cluttered, and the expiration dates looked good. Matt awkwardly shuffled through every drawer and cabinet to make a simple breakfast of french toast, but it all went downhill we he couldn't find a pan. By the time he finally was able to prepare everything, thirty minutes went by as he set the toast in the pan to cook. Meanwhile, he looked at the mess around him and hurried to put everything back in it's place...even though he couldn't remember where everything went. "I think I'm getting too comfortable in his apartment...or maybe I'm just really hungry."