Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I open my still tired eyes and reach for the alarm clock. Barely able to lift my arm up to press the snooze button, not to mention my hand, it takes me multiple tries to hit the clock. Five, to be exact, but even when I hit it, I still hear the beeping.
I then glance at the time. 9:02 a.m. After rolling my eyes, I answer the phone.
"I know what you did..."
Groaning, I take a deep breath. "Really? It's been two weeks, and you're still going at this?"
I get no response on the other end, but I know for a fact that the call is still on.
"Yeah, I know what I did last night, too. After coming home from work, I did some jumping jacks while singing Rudolph the flipping Red-Nosed Reindeer, even though I had Frosty the Snowman on."
Still no response. I have him confused, so let's see how far I can take this...
I continue, "Then I ran into the kitchen and made a four-course breakfast starting with eggs and fish, and finishing up with overcooked ham."
I interrupt him, as I continue with "But, wait! I'm not done! After that, I ran into the living room and started jumping on the couch, making the best poses in mid-air. Since, you know, I was a professional ballet dancer."
"Ok, you've made your point-"
"Ah, I'm about done! I finished up my night with a running sprint for the bedroom and pounced onto the bed like it was the prey to my predator. After that, I passed out and that is what I did!"
After a brief moment of silence, the caller finally replies, "You know, you've really taken the fun out of this."
With a wide smile, I respond, "I know. And now, so do you."
And with that, I hang up. Now I know he'll never... never try that again. Of course, all I really did was come home and went straight to bed.
But he doesn't have to know that.