I take myself very seriously when I'm sleeping.
"Hey Helena, time to get up."
"You said to wake you up at 7:30"
"Come on." He shook me slightly. "It's 7:30"
"Helena. It's 7:30"
I blearily opened an eye, and tried to focus on his face. It didn't work, so I closed it again.
He shook me a little. I tried to roll away.
"But...but which 7:30?" I asked over my shoulder, trying to bury my head under the pillow.
He pulled the pillow away, proving just how heartless he really is.
"You say it's 7:30" I was very distressed. "But there are a lot of 7:30s!"
"Um..." There was laughter in his voice. Which just made me more mad.
"Is it...is it 7:30 Eastern time?? Or...or Mountain time?? Or Pacific time???!"
"Oh. Um, It's 7:30 Eastern time." He was almost snorting with laughter.
"Why didn't you just say so?" I spit out in my most scathing voice.
"Wow. You're right. Sorry about that." He was shaking with laughter as he placed the pillow back over my head.
"See you in a few hours" he said, walking out the door.
He really needs to be more specific about these things.