"Wake up, Kim! It's morning!" Prisca said as she tapped Kimberly's shoulder softly.
Kimberly had been down so they had drank some wine, and then she had slept off without returning to her house.
"I don't want to wake up," Kimberly cried with a moan.
"You don't have to want to. You need to," Prisca reminded her. "Plus, we have to hurry if we are going to do that engagement gig," Prisca said, but Kimberly didn't budge.
"And who knows? Eric might have called, but you're not even with your phone."
That got Kimberly, who quickly sat bolt upright on Prisca's bed. "You're right," She told Prisca excitedly as she ran out of the house and headed for her bedroom, where she had left her phone.
