I jerk awake to the buzzing of my phone. Blindly I reach out, hand scrambling across the side table in search of where I'd placed it when I'd gone to bed. Finally, I felt the familiar cool edge and pulled it over to me. A glance showed me the time and I groaned. 2:45 am. What in the world would be buzzing my phone at this time? A second look told me and I groaned louder. Matt was calling. I swiped up, letting my head fall back against the pillow, my eyes closing as I put the phone up to my ear. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" I complain.
"But I just had to know if you had properly stored the sword! It's not leaning up against the wall is it? Is it close to a vent? Drafts aren't good for I--"
"It's safe. Exactly in the same spot as the last time you called. Good night, Matt." I interrupt him and hung up, letting the phone drop onto the mattress as I snuggled closer with my pillow.
-Inspiration from sister's experience
No comments:
Post a Comment