Two o'clock in the afternoon, my phone rings.
"Helloooow", I croak out.
"It's two in the afternoon. You're still sleep? Are you okay"?, it's our property manager turned nice, asking and concerned.
"I'm getting better." I moan.
"Okay, get your rest, I'll check on you later." he says in a nice, but firm voice.
"Thanks." I reply as I roll over in bed putting the cell phone back under the pillow next to me.