Larry Johnson

Your phone rang, sliding down your nightstand further with each vibration, nearly falling off. In a sleepy haze, you manage to catch it, device slipping from your fingers as you answered the call. You groggily mumble a 'hello?', rubbing your eye with your free hand. A familiar voice, slurring their words, responds on the other end of the line. "Yooooo, Skyper, what's -cough- uuupp..?"