The incessant ringing of his phone finally succeeded in pulling Godfrey out of his sweet sleep. He sat up groggily, blinking as he looked around the dark room before picking up his phone, rubbing at his heavy eyes.
Leaning back, he planned to take just a glance and then return to his nap, but the moment he saw Isolde's name on the caller ID, his eyes snapped open.
He shot upright like a soldier doused with cold water mid-sleep. 'We were supposed to go to the gym. Oh, man!' He smacked his forehead and flopped back onto the bed. The phone buzzed again, its insistent ringing refusing to let him off the hook.
"Hello…" he answered at last, his voice thick with sleep. "I haven't cleaned up my room, can we reschedule?"
There was silence for a few seconds, before a loud knock rattled his door.
"You can't even give a proper excuse! We have cleaners!" Isolde's voice thundered, echoing both through the phone and the door.
