My hand reached out for the device causing such a racket. Brushing a palm across my eyes, I adjusted to the light as I unlocked my phone. I had two missed calls from Nathan. Frowning, I noticed it was past noon already. I had slept past five in the morning. But my drawing was finished as well as the letter. My eyes turned to the folded pages on my desk. My phone started to buzz once again, and I slid my finger across the screen to answer. “Nate?” My voice was raspy, and I flushed with embarrassment. “Were you asleep?” he asked incredulously. I closed my eyes as I snuggled in my blankets. “I stayed up until five.” I stifled a yawn. “Why?” Instant worry clouded his tone. “Are you okay?” A small grin formed on my face. “Why do you keep asking me that?” My grin was wide now. “I was up drawing.” He chuckled.
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