I hear a banging sound over the music coming through my headphones, so I remove them. The sound doesn’t repeat, so I replace my headphones.
About a minute later, I hear something again. This time it’s you, talking about not letting something fall on you. I rush to the bedroom to find out what’s going on. You’re sitting up in bed, still saying “Phil, don’t let it fall on me!” in a gradually more worried and frustrated tone.
Finish Reading »You moaned like Eli does as you sat up.
“What’s up?”
Another moan.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about the computer. Sorry,” you finally reply, in a clear voice.
“Err, yeah. What? It’s okay.”
“What happened to the computer?”
“What computer?”
“The computer I was using.”
“You weren’t using a computer.”
“Oh, okay, what happened to it?”
“You weren’t using a computer,” I repeat.
“Oh, okay then. It’s alright,” you assure me as you lay back down, and roll into the blanket.