The phone rings and Melissa's hand fumbles on the nightstand as she tries to grab it. She knocks over the alarm clock, her chemistry book, and her knife as she gropes in the darkness, fighting her way back from Dreamland.
"Hullo?" she asks sleepily, rolling over. The bruises on her back are a reminder of last night's activities, and hurt like hell.
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