Morning Call
I had no idea if I was dreaming or not but I woke up earlier than normal. Outside our window, I could faintly observe the minute vestiges of the orange hue out on the horizon gradually creeping to swallow the night sky.
It’s 5 o’clock in the morning.
Naturally, there’s a reason for this. On the bedside table where we put our phones down, my phone was ringing.
Thinking that it might be an emergency, I reached for it and checked.
However, upon seeing the registered name for it, the sleepiness that was still slightly affecting me instantly vanished. My groggy eyes fully opened.
To not wake up the two girls at my side, I quickly silenced the ringtone and stared at the screen for a moment, deliberating whether to pick it up or not.
It’s Hana.
And she’s using the same number as yesterday. I registered it just in case and sure enough, it’s not even a day before this girl once again tries to make her presence known to me.
I mean, can she not wait for a few hours?