Emma
"WHO'S CALLING AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?!?!?" I shift under a pile of incredibly comfortable blankets to reach my hand out for my phone, my ringtone again repeating Mrs. Zolowitz obnoxious voice as I blindly swing my hand around searching for a phone that I'm positive I had placed in this general direction. I immediately regret plugging that thing in last night. I should have left it dead at the bottom of my backpack. I pull the phone towards me knocking down a water bottle with the cord as I squint at the number and then slide my finger to reject the call before plopping my head back down into the soft down of the most magnificent pillow I have ever squeezed in my entire life. The only people that ever call me were only interested in my car’s warranty. I don't even own a car.
I snuggle
