A LOUD SHRIEK wakes me up while I'm enjoying a sweet dream.
I groan pathetically and try to destroy the source of the noise, but the phone keeps on ringing. Slapping my hand over the dresser until I make contact with the device, I plop it against my ear.
"Hello?" I mumble.
"It's the weekend." Jerrison's voice is far too bright. It's always grated me how chirpy he is in the mornings.
"I'm aware of that," I grumble. "It's why I'm sleeping in." A sleep you rudely interrupted, buddy.
"Let's go out tonight. I'll pick you up at seven." It's not a question. Rude jerk. But I'm way too exhausted to call Jerrison out even though a scolding is in order.
"Seven?" I push up. Rise from a cloud of fluffy pillows and a string of drool. The cell phone slips down my ear and I drag it back into place. "What?"
"I'm asking you out on a date, Harriet."
I'd forgotten how bossy Jerrison was when he was dating me.
