Who would be texting me at this time of the morning. Rolling over to the edge of the bed, I pick up my phone from the nightstand, looking at the notifications when my eyes can focus on the letters. I guess it’s not that early as my phone reads a little after eight.Patrick messaged me a few times after he dropped me off at twelve thirty, I hadn’t been out that late for a while, telling me he had a good time and letting me know he made it home okay. Both made me happy. I wonder when our next date would be?I read the messages and they are from department stores letting me know about their holiday sales, I was hoping they were messages from Patrick. I put the phone down and get out of bed. I need to shower and breakfast out sounds good. I stumble as I walk into the bathroom, and I wake up when I hit my elbow on the door jam. Ouch. After cursing like a sailor, I get underway with my morning routine.Before I leave, I call Mom to see if she wants to meet up for breakfast. I haven’t seen her since last weekend and I’m kind of worried about her since she was upset yesterday.
