Lie Lie Liar

Lie Lie Liar

The phone rang, startling me out of my sleep. I looked over at my alarm clock; it was twelve am. Who would call me this early in the morning? Why would anyone call me in the middle of the night? Is someone I love in the hospital? These questions flashed through my head before I picked up the phone. “Hello?” My sleepy voice croaked. I cleared my throat, waiting for a reply

“HAPPY THANKSGIVING!” A male voice yelled into the phone, startling me. It took me a second to figure out who was on the other line; it must be David that crazy man calls at twelve am for every holiday. “Thanks for busting my eardrum, it's not like I need my ears or anything” I said into the phone. I wasn’t in the mood for this; I’m tired and want to go back to sleep

“Do I hear a hint of sarcasm in your voice? Why are you so grumpy? It's thanksgiving; the only day of the year where it’s socially acceptable to stuff your face full of food.” David said into the phone, he sounded really excited. How could he be excited? It's way too early to be happy, let alone excited. “Go back to sleep, David. Call me at a reasonable hour and I’ll be excited with you. Please just let me sleep.” I begged. I was so tired I could feel my eyelids get heavier every second.

“Alice! How are you not excited? We love thanksgiving. Every year starting at twelve AM we watch all the batman movies ever made. “I’m hanging up sweet dreams.” I said. I know it was rude to cut him off mid sentence and hanging  up on him but, honestly I am too tired to care... Plus he was about to start ranting about thanksgiving, we would’ve been on the phone for hours if I hadn’t hung upon him. I drift back to sleep.

I don't dream I just sleep. For once my mind is at peace and I sleep well. I wake up to the doorbell ringing repeatedly. I roll over and look at the alarm clock it read one AM…  I only slept for an hour. I am assuming that David was the one ringing my doorbell like a little kid who just drank two monsters… I’m gonna kill him, that man knows that I value my sleep. I get up out of my warm bed and stalk over to the door. I yank it opened and David’s hand is midair...v to be continued...