Marissa’s arm flailed out from under her covers. Her hand searched for the ringing noise, pushing aside tissues, a water glass, and a radio clock. Her hand grabbed the musical contraption, bringing it back under the warm sheets.
“H-hello,” she said heavy with sleep.
“Marissa, you awake,” wondered someone on the other end.
“Candice?”
“Were you asleep? Sorry, didn’t know who to call.”
“What time,” Marissa uttered, looking at the phone with blurry eyes, making out a 2 and am.
Candice continued on, “are you listening?”
“Sorry, say again.”
She sighed. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Hey, you called me, now say again.”
“Amanda left me.”
Marissa sat up, covers falling off her body. She flipped on her bedside lamp and looked for her glasses. “What happened?”
“I’d like to know. I came home and there was a note.”
“What a bitch…” Marissa mumbled.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to say that.”
“Marissa?”
“Yeah?”
“Think you could – ”
“I’ll be there in five minutes,” she said putting on her jeans.
“Thanks.”
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