Cisco's eyes widened even more and he shook his head at Barry's question. "Dude, no. Not only were we not in a bed when we fell asleep, but there was no bed when we fell asleep," he pointed out. He looked past Barry when his friend moved and he spotted more stuff that didn't actually seem to belong.
"Barry," he said, nodding toward the little rock formation that Cisco had built out against the far wall as a place to sit. It wasn't much, nor was it comfortable, but it was just...something other than the ground. On it, there was a stack of six towels — two of each of three different sizes, all the dark color of red Cisco usually reserved to associate with Barry's suit — a bag of Bic razors, a package of toothbrushes, one of four boxes of toothpaste, and a couple of clean pairs of his jeans, shirts, and boxer shorts that had most definitely not been there the night before.
Cisco didn't bother with his clothes; the boxers were covering enough. He moved around the foreign bed and toward the little seat. "No way! Check it out!"