Jonathan woke up in the morning, stretched his arms, and smiled. He sat up in bed and reached for his phone. From his mom, he had a short, “that's nice, dear" response to his text.
He padded around his apartment in just his sweatpants, and as he poured himself a cup of coffee to go with his breakfast, he checked the time and decided it wasn't too early to call Dr. Page.
A sudden nervousness filled him as he put the number into his phone. An irrational thought that Page had changed his mind overnight entered his brain, and he hesitated over the call button for a second.
Jonathan calmed his breath and finally pressed the button, clenching his jaw as he heard the phone ring three times. Finally, the call was answered.
“Hello?"
“Hi, um, Dr. Page? This is Jonathan Page, we spoke yesterd
