jim wakes up to the sound of his phone ringing. he hurriedly grabs the darn thing from under his pillow, partly because he knew it was dad, but it was more of he wanted the disturbing sound to end. it was his dad. he sits up on the upper bunk of the double-decker that he and his roomate bought a year before. “hello dad”, his voice was groggy as hell. he takes a look at the wall clock, it said 830 am. damn it was early. he only had 4 hours of sleep. his dad begins his litany of reminders while jim listens, yawning a lot, dropping “yeps” once in a while to keep his dad some company. he peeks down the lower bunk to check if his roomate was asleep, he didnt want to disturb him and the girlfriend. he knew the girlfriend went home with him last night. they were not there. relieved, he resumed listening to his dad. he was answering in phrases now. his voice was loud, almost shouting. his dad has trouble hearing clearly nowadays. then a phone rings. his roomate’s phone. he looks around and saw two phones on the table. “damn it!”, he exclaims. “damn it. they’re doing it again.” jim frowns at the thought of having to play asleep, again. “bye dad”. the bathroom door opens.
posted Monday, 26 July 2004
