The loud ringing of a mobile phone startled us awake. Soren muttered, rolling over in bed and landing on the floor as he searched blindly for the phone.
"Turn it off," I groaned, throwing a pillow at Soren.
He yawned, rising to his feet and grabbing his phone from the bedside table.
"Why do you have an alarm?" I snapped, brushing my hair out of my face.
"It was a mistake," Soren grunted. He pushed the curtains open and light filtered into the room from the huge glass windows.
I covered my eyes as the sunlight burned them.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's 9:48" Soren replied.
He snatched his backpack from the floor and hurried into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, the shower started running and I sighed. I was so exhausted.
Maybe we shouldn't have drunk so much last night.
Som
