Meredith.
The shrill ring of my phone tore through the quiet in my room, dragging me violently out of the deep, dreamless sleep I'd barely sunk into.
I groaned softly, rolling onto my side, my hand fumbling across the nightstand until I found the device. My eyes squinted against the glow of the screen.
Dennis.
I answered without thinking. "Hello…?"
"Were you sleeping?" came Dennis's familiar, smooth voice. There was a smile tucked between the syllables.
"Yes," I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
"Oh," he said with mock guilt, "My apologies for waking you. I just wanted to remind you that your favourite driving instructor will be ready for you in half an hour."
I groaned, flopping onto my back. "I'm too tired for lessons today. I want to sleep some more."
There was a brief silence, then Dennis sighed. "That's too bad… I guess the ice cream I drove more than an hour to buy for you will just melt away."
