The next morning, I was awoken by my phone ringing loudly on my nightstand. Yawning, I groped in the darkness for a few seconds before I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen, wondering who could possibly be calling me so early in the morning. To my surprise, the phone showed Kyle’s phone number on the screen, along with his picture looking at me rather impatiently.
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I answered the call and said, “Hi, Kyle. Any reason you’re calling me at six in the morning?”
“It’s not six,” said Kyle in a puzzled voice. “It’s eight.”
I blinked several times before looking at my phone’s clock and seeing that Kyle was correct. “Oh, sorry about that. I must have slept in and I have all of the curtains in my room drawn, so it’s practically pitch-black in here at the mom
