It was almost 2 PM when Xu Fang finally woke up.
The blackout curtains didn't let any light through, making the room dark. A tender, white hand reached out from under the dark bedding, grabbed a phone off the bedside table, checked the time, then put the phone down again. She buried her head in the pillow for a long while before sitting up.
Her hair was a mess, and her eyes were blank.
"Are you getting up?"
The mechanical synthesized voice echoed in the large room.
"Hmm." Just awake, Xu Fang's voice was heavily nasal. A tuft of hair stuck up at the top of her head, and she hadn't fully opened her eyes yet, squinting at the SpongeBob on her computer screen.
Shuangjiang asked her, "What time did you get back last night?"
She hadn't had enough sleep. She yawned and sniffled, sounding a bit kiddish. "After four." She had taken a late-night gig the night before and got home very late.
"Someone's at the door downstairs."
