TRIIIING—! TRIIIING—!
Waking my groggy mind up was the sound of my phone ringing beside my bed.
Without moving, I extended my hand and touched the side of the bed until my finger tapped onto the screen of the phone and the call went through.
"Who is it?" I groggily asked.
—Ren, Jesus Christ. How much are you planning on sleeping?
Smallsnake's voice rang from the speaker of the phone.
"What time is it?"
Rather than checking for myself, I opted to ask Smallsnake.
—It's 12 in the afternoon.
"Huh?"
Raising my head, my head turned in the direction of my phone.
Leaning toward my phone, I looked at the time.
[Wednesday, 12 : 38 P.M.]
"Oh wow."
Slumping back down on the bed, I stared at the ceiling of the room. I had slept quite a bit.
—Ren, are you even listening to me?
Snapping me out of my thoughts was Smallsnake's voice. I could feel hints of frustration in it.
