My phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table. I groaned, shoving a pillow over my ears. It wasn't my alarm—I wasn't ready to be awake.
I sighed in relief when it got quiet and shifted to a more comfortable position. The buzzing started again, only for it to rattle from the table onto the floor.
I let out an animal noise and reached for it with my eyes still closed. I scrambled in the sheets, my hand brushing the soft fur rug, as I tried to trace the buzzing sound.
The phone quieted and I exhaled loudly. Maybe if I shut my eyes tight enough, I could pick up the sweet dream where it let off.
I smiled into the soft sheets, burrowing deeper for warmth—until the phone started buzzing again.
I snapped my eyes open and groaned. "Who the hell is it?!"
I reached for the phone with my eyes open this time and stared at the screen. It wasn't a call, but a stream of text messages.
"Ugh, it's five in the morning. Who the hell texts someone this early?" I whined.
