The morning sun peeked through the bedroom window, casting soft golden rays across the sheets as Charles squinted his eyes tightly, a lazy yawn slipping past his lips.
He stretched both arms wide, his muscles flexing under the warmth of the light, then rolled over to his side.
With a small hiss, Charles stretched his hand towards the nightstand as they fumble slightly before grabbing hold of his cellphone.
'Has he called me yet?' Charles wondered as he also grabbed his medicated glasses which he wore.
He adjusted his glasses with a swift, practiced motion. His fingers trembled slightly while unlocking his phone, anticipation bubbling in his chest like a shaken soda bottle ready to burst.
Sigh!
Slowly, Charles sat upright on the bed, eyes scanning the screen of his phone with growing concern. No missed calls. No texts. Nothing. His heart sank.
'Why do I have a feeling that something bad happened last night?' he thought, a heavy weight beginning to press down on his chest.
