Chapter 67 Sixty-six

• Ping. Ping. Ping.
• I wake up with a start, my eyelids flutter open and a groan slips past my lips as my gaze lands on the ceiling. The vibrations coming from under my pillow cease, I retrieve my phone to place it on the stool and my legs tangle in the sheets as I roll to my stomach.
• No sooner does the phone hit the stool when another round of incessant vibrations start and I kick the air in anger. Glancing at Clarissa still asleep on her side of the bed with a hand over her eyes and snoring softly, I pick the annoying device without unlocking it.