"Dude, wake up."
The words sliced through the silence of the early morning like a paper-thin command from the heavens—or more accurately, from a very annoyed David.
Thud!
A dull thump echoed right after, as David's foot met the side of the bed, making it shudder just enough to cause a chain reaction. Mohamed, his Middle Eastern friend and the proud owner of the now-violated mattress, groaned like a ghost being exorcised mid-sleep.
David stood there with his arms folded, watching as Mohamed, rather than rising to the occasion, flopped over dramatically and rolled right off the bed like a sack of potatoes—landing flat on the floor in the parlor with a blissful sigh. He was still, his body occasionally twitching, a faint smile playing on his lips like he was having the time of his life… in a dream.
