Joan Girardi woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She picked it up and tossed it across the room. "Go away!" she said. It was Tuesday, the day after the luxurious three-day weekend. She pulled the cover up around her head and burrowed down deeper under the blankets.
Her cell phone rang and she reached over and picked it up. "Hello?" she asked.
Her voice echoed. She sat up and looked around. "Good morning, Joan," a voice said on the other line and…coming from the radio of her alarm clock.
"God!"
"Yes?"
"Am I really on the radio?"
"Maybe."
"What do you want this morning?"
"Just to tell you that I saw you do that. And that hurt!"
"Well, excuse me!"
"Get up and get to school."
"Why?"
"You're needed."
She hung up the phone.
"Joan!" the radio said.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Are you talking to your radio?" Joan looked up and saw her brother, Luke standing at the door.
"Yeah. Problem with that?"
He shook his head. "You're…a freak."
"Go look in the mirror sometime."
She pushed her brother out of her room and closed the door. She picked up her clock radio. "What did you want to tell me?"
There was a pause. "To stop talking to the radio," he said. He laughed and Joan pitched the clock down. "Ow!"
Joan shook her head and stood up and got dressed.