Susan Next Morning
Susan, stunned by her friends reaction, lay back on the bed, covered her face with the pillow and wept. She was tired after a few illicit drinks at the party, plus the fighting she’d had with her…spirit guide?
Susan fell asleep listening to her Ipod.
Susan was awakened by her mother calling her. She rolled over and looked at the clock. Seven. She fell back against the pillow. Her mother called her again.
Susan screamed out, “I’m up! Quit yelling at me!”
From across the room came her voice. “That’s no way to talk to your mother.”
Susan, who was starting to think the whole thing was a bad
dream, snapped up, almost leaping out of bed. “What do you want from me?, she demanded, than lowered her voice.
“Just go away. Bother someone else.”
Susan’s mom rapped on the door, then opened it. “Were you talking to someone?” she asked glancing around.
“aaah, I was talking to Leslie, mom,” she lied, then hoped her mom didn’t notice her cell was at the other end of the room.