=7:04am, 8th February 2016=
[Naya is on the bus, on her way to work. Her head lies against the frosted window, again falling into a deep slumber.]
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
[The cacophonous sounds of her ringtone barely shakes her awake as she opens her eyes to killer glares of commuters who are highly annoyed.]
"Silas, why are you calling me?" [Naya whispers as softly as humanly possible.]
"You sounded really tired earlier. Thought it'd be good to check you weren't drooling your way to work. Why are you whispering anyway?"
"Everyone in the bus is annoyed at my ringtone."
"Really? How bad can it be?"
"Like ha ha ha ha stayin' alive bad."
[Silas cracks a long laugh. His laugh is terrible but makes Naya draw a smile.]
"Why on earth would you put that as your ringtone?"
"It's to help me wake up, okay?"
"Alright, alright, sweetheart. Get to work safe. We wouldn't want you to get stoned on your way there just because of your horrid ringtone choice."
"Fuck you." [Naya whispers]
"Laters, sweetheart."
[She smiles again and goes back to sleep.]
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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...
