Blast From The Past

It's two fifteen a.m., you're in bed alone and you're woken by the phone. Your eyes are wide and your body tense before it has completed so much as a single ring. And as you wake, in the tiny moment between sleep and consciousness, you know already that something is wrong. Only someone bad would call at such an hour.

E doua si cincisprezece dimineata, esti singur in pat si esti trezit de telefon. Ochii tai sunt mari si corpul tau se incordeaza inainte de a fi completat un singur inel.