The shrill ring of his phone pierced through Kimberly's alcohol-induced slumber. Groggily, he fumbled for the device on his nightstand, his eyes still firmly shut against the intrusion of consciousness.
"'Lo?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of last night's celebration.
"Kim! Finally! I've been trying to reach you for an hour!" Edwin's voice came through, unnaturally chipper and urgent.
Kimberly groaned, burying his face in his pillow. "Ed, it's too early for this. Call me back in a few hours."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Kim, have you checked the time? It's almost noon."
"What?" Kimberly's eyes flew open, squinting against the sunlight streaming through his curtains. He pulled the phone away from his ear to check the screen. 11:47 AM glare
