Literature
I Know What I Did Last Night
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
