He poked his head from under the covers and saw bright light coming through the window. He got up and checked his phone which said it was nine in the morning. He had thirty four missed calls, from Tara, Jake, Shana, Paul, and even little Trevor. There was no one that he wanted to talk to right now. He went to the window, pulled the shades closed and went back to bed. Decker woke a couple hours later when he heard the door to his room slam. “Good morning Mr. Decker. Rise and shine, the coffee is quite tasty this morning.” Really? He was depressed, pissed, and just wanted to be alone and this old woman was waking him up for coffee. “Go away.” “Oh Dear, not a morning person I’m guessing. I’m sorry but you’ve had quite a few people call to inquire on whether you’re here. What shall I tell them?” “Just don’t pick up the phone, that’s what I’ve been doing.” “But that would be rude.”
