=5:49am, 9th of February 2016=
"It really amazes me how you sleep so much."
"That's the thing, I don't. I barely have any sleep, which is precisely why I yearn for my bed every morning."
"Like a clinomaniac."
"A what?" [Naya asks while sipping on her coffee to which she winces at because of the bitterness.]
"God, do I really have to explain everything to you or are you just that dumb?"
"Go to hell."
"Already at work, sweetheart."
"Thought you liked your job."
"Well... sometimes." [He pauses for a while] "Anyways, a clinomaniac is a person who has an excessive compulsion to stay in bed, like yourself."
"How do you get so much sleep anyway?"
"I don't."
"Wait... don't you have flights every day?"
"Well I am a very good pilot so yes, I do. Does that enrich your pea sized knowledge whatsoever?"
"So how are you calling me around the same time every morning?"
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hello to anyone who has read this far. hope you like it and please do feel free to give comments/feedback (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵)
im only just starting out so I may get the feel of short stories wrong so forgive me if I make mistakes! <3
please note that not all of Naya's and Silas' conversations are displayed here hence her knowledge of Silas' job amongst other things.
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Clinomania
Short StoryShort story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up...
