Secrets Can't be Held For Long

The constant ringing woke her up. Somehow in the night she had managed to crawl into the house and get into the bed, without remembering a thing. She sat up and yawned slowly.
"I'm coming." She whispered at the phone, annoyed that it had the gall to wake her up from a peaceful slumber.


She stood up, slightly disoriented and wobbly and proceeded to trudge toward the phone.
"Hello." She said, in a monotonous, displeased voice.