Tap…tap…tap
Whack…whack…whack…
Bang…bang
“This better be good at…4AM”, I yelled whilst wiping the muck from my eyes.
“Who the f*ck is it?” I demanded, as I treaded across the frigid oak floors towards the back door.
“It’s Dr. Don.”
I unlocked the door and swung it open in anger of be awoken.
“What are you doing here this time of the morning?” I . . . → Read More: Two Weeks Late
