"I love sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?"
-Earnest Hemingway
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=5:12am, 3rd of February, 2016=
[Phone rings and Stayin' Alive plays.]
UNKNOWN CALLER ID
"Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!"
"What a rude salutation." [A man muffles a laugh] "This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up."
[His voice is deep and smooth with an English accent. Naya is strangely calmed by it, adjusting her tone.]
"Who?"
"If you insist on knowing. Silas Richards Lancaster."
"No, you idiot. Why are you calling me?"
"You asked for a wake up call?"
"What?" [Naya ruffles her hair] "Oh... it's that stupid fucking app my mom installed." [And tosses herself in bed]
"It's only 5:13. I'm not due for my shift in another 2 hours!!!!!!"
[Silas laughs again] "Wake up, Naya."
"That does not sound creepy at all."
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Clinomania
Short StoryShort story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up...
