"Wake up," Dante whispered to Ben, nudging him gently, but Ben just stirred.
"Five more minutes," he mumbled, half-asleep.
"That's what you said half an hour ago," Dante said, kicking him in frustration, though Ben didn't feel a thing.
If a bullet couldn't hurt him, there was no way Dante's kick would cause him any pain.
"Let me sleep," Ben replied, exasperated.
"Don't you remember what day it is?" Dante asked.
"What day?"
"You've got your date with Judy today."
Ben's body shot upright, startling Dante, who jumped back.
"Hey! Don't scare me like that!"
Ben ignored him and got up, leaving the cozy sheets behind.
"What time is it?" Ben asked.
"It's 11:30 a.m."
"And you're *just* waking me up now?!" Ben bolted straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
"I've been trying to wake you up for hours, you idiot!"
"The date's at 2 p.m. I don't have time to argue with you." Ben soaped up and scrubbed hard.
