Early the next morning, the phone rang. A pale arm lazily stretched out from under the covers and directly turned it off.
Then it quickly retracted, continuing to sleep. On the bed, apart from a puffy blanket, nothing could be seen—a truly round lump.
Mia Sutton didn't take the alarm clock seriously at all, her mind hazily contemplating the alarm time.
It's still early, I can sleep for another half an hour.
She had no choice; she had stayed up too late watching TV shows last night and hadn't planned on watching so late.
The main thing was that the show was just too addictive. She hadn't noticed the time, and by the time she checked, it was already past two in the morning.
Just a little more sleep, just a little more...
Then the room went quiet again, and the blanket occasionally moved slightly. After a while, the phone rang again.
This time it wasn't the alarm but a call. The person buried under the blanket frowned, reached out, and turned it off with one press.
