On May 4th, Kevin woke up really late.
His room was a mess. His drafts are scattered all over the place. The sun was shining outside the window and aimed precisely at his face, forcing him to get those lazy eyes open.
His telephone rang nonstop. Kevin sat up groggily and picked up his pillow to throw it precisely at the telephone.
It missed.
RIIIIINGGGG RIIIINNGGGGG
The telephone continued to blast his ears with its horrible noise. Kevin groaned.
He flipped the blanket and get down from the bed. Walking from the bed towards the telephone at his desk only takes ten steps. His small single apartment is filled with towering paper trash and a thick pile of books. But Kevin was able to masterly avoid them to answer the damn call.
"Yeah?"
"Have you finished it?" The other person's fierce tone greeted him early in the morning. This made him frown.
"Already send it in your email. Don't you have your eyes to check?"
The other person scoffed and their fingers flew over the keyboard.
