Zzzzzz. Ring, ring. Zzzz. Ring, ring. What’s that? The phone. I’m asleep. If the phone rings and I’m asleep, it must be important, right? Last time someone rang me up in the night when I was asleep, it was to tell me my dad had had an accident and gone to hospital. I’d better get it. What’s the time? Don’t know. The clock is a blur, but there’s light. 6:56. Better get the phone.
"Glaerrrllo?". My mouth isn’t fully awake, but I manage to get a word approximating "hello" out, more or less.
"Who’s that?" Oh great. A name guessing game first thing in the morning. Just what I wanted. No, actually I wanted to get back to bed.
"Ish Daniel. And you’ve got a wrong number, haven’t you."
"Oh. So early, too. I’m so sorry."
I should hope so, you stupid bint. Dial more carefully next time please.
"Yeah. Bye." <click>. Back to bed. At least for a little while.
