The next morning, I woke up to a telephone ringing in my ear. Bleary-eyed and groggy, I fumbled around on the nightstand for several seconds before finally managing to grab it.
"Hello?" I croaked out.
"Good morning, sir!" chirped a cheery female voice on the other end. "This is the front desk with your scheduled wake up call!"
I managed to focus on the clock next to my bed enough to make out the lit up numbers. It was eight a.m. on the dot. I had to meet Alpha Jason at nine.
"Ok, thank you," I mumbled with a yawn.
"You're welcome! Have a great day sir!"
"You too."
Just as I replaced the phone on the cradle, my phone alarm started buzzing. Apparently my phone clock was a minute behind the motel's clock. I had set it and requested the wake up call to make sure I was
