Mike call Lisa from Switzerland: Day 2
Mike rolled to his side, his eyes squinting against the bright light that shone through the window. He had forgotten to close the shades all the way last night, though in his defense he hadn't gone to bed until nearly 4 am. He was about to reach for his wand when his eyes found the clock. It read 12:10 pm. His mind was slow to do the math, but when it did there was as slight panic in his chest.
Why? It's just a stupid phone call and she's probably not even up yet. Bottom line is: I'm not dead. But he worried just the same.
His eyes were open now and his hand reached blindly for everything that was on the nightstand. Where the fuck is my phone? Finally he knocked something small to the floor with a mobile phone-like thud and leaned out of bed to retrieve it.
He layed back and punched in the numbers to reach Lisa.
Why? It's just a stupid phone call and she's probably not even up yet. Bottom line is: I'm not dead. But he worried just the same.
His eyes were open now and his hand reached blindly for everything that was on the nightstand. Where the fuck is my phone? Finally he knocked something small to the floor with a mobile phone-like thud and leaned out of bed to retrieve it.
He layed back and punched in the numbers to reach Lisa.