An annoying sound pulled me out of my sleep.
Something hard was pushing into my lower back. I was sore all over.
I cracked an eye open, unsure of where I was, and slowly recognized Jack’s living room. I was on his couch, lying on the remote and that buzzing sound was my phone ringing somewhere nearby.
I hadn’t left it in the car after all. Now where was it?
I searched between the seat cushions and under the couch. There it was. I snatched the phone from off the floor, but I’d missed Ryan’s call. I sat dazed and not quite awake, staring at the phone in my hand. I couldn’t call Ryan back right now. Maybe later. Yes, much later.
Where was Jack?
I remembered we’d been watching that movie, that long and painfully dramatic movie, and I must have fallen asleep. The clock on the DVD player r
