Late

The insistent chirping of the alarm clock was the rude awakening Lucy never needed. It shattered the peaceful slumber Lucy and Tom had been enjoying.

With a groan, Lucy slammed her hand down on the snooze button, her eyes still squeezed shut, momentarily silencing the shrill cry.

Sunlight, a traitor in the situation, streamed through the blinds, painting bold stripes across Lucy's face. "Ugh, what time is it?" she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.

Tom, who had also woken up, reached for his phone, "Uh oh," he said, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice since he knew how upset would be when he told her the time.

"It's almost eight o'clock," he said after glancing at the time displayed on the screen.

Lucy's eyes snapped open, and she shot uprihht, horror dawning on her face. "Eight? P.m. or A.m.? Please say it is p.m.," she said, and Tom chuckled.