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Hannah awoke to the sound of someone using a pneumatic drill. Loud, shrill, the noise made her cover her ears with her pillow. Naomi, lying next to her rolled on to her back, sighed.
"Are you awake?" Naomi's voice was a half-whisper.
"No, I'm sleep-talking again," she replied with a grin. Sitting up, she looked down at her bed companion. "They shouldn't be allowed to drill at this time; it's only quarter past six."
Naomi smothered her face with her pillow. "What? I can't hear you."
Picking up her own pillow, Hannah hit her friend, laughing.
"What's up? Can't you sleep? Are you nervous about tonight?" Lying on her side, Naomi stared up at her. "Still on, isn't it?"
For the past couple of months, Hannah had kept her blossoming relationship with Benji Bowman a secret from everyone e
