"Can we just... ends this now, please?" nearly begged Angie from her soft voice. She just wanted to go back to sleep.
"But Angie, you're not understanding!", Lucy said in frustration, "I'm talking to you about..."
Then, Lucy's mind was suddenly confused.
"About...about...", she repeated, but... Damn, what was she talking about?!
"Fuck!...", the goth shouted on the phone, "I lost track of what I wanted to say."
"You're sure you're okay Lucy?..", kindly asked Angie.
"I...Hum, yeah, I'm fine... it's weird..."
"Yeah, it sure is, I won't lie to you."
"I'm... Well, sorry Angie. I think i'm lacking sleep these days. Really sorry."
"It's okay!...", quickly reassured Angie, "I'm going to bed now! Nighty night, Lucy!"
"Good night Angie." Lucy hang off, confused.
What was that?... If her bestfriend must have been left with questions after this call, Lucy wasn't more clear herself about what her own call and excitment was about.
For a brief moment, Lucy wondered if she wasn't just crazy.
"Hm?... What this thing is doing on here?", Lucy said, shrugging, noticing her dictaphone on her bed.
Carelessly pushing it away from her blanket, making it fall on the ground between her bed's feet and her bedside table to be forgotten while she slipping between the sheets and quickly going back to deep sleep.
Tomorrow afternoon would be a great day.
She invited her bestfriend Angie, and some short boy named Arthur, another geek that Angie befriended in school and was okay, to play in her bedroom at an old post-apocalyptic game named "Fallout"
But for now, Lucy was wandering inside her dreams...
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